not the type // j.g

Prolouge

"Alana, we need to talk about this just calm down!" my father said.

I ran down the front steps of my house to my car. Starting the engine with shaky hands, I drove to the only spot I felt at home. The lake. It was about a twenty minute drive from my house and as far as I know I was the only one who knew about it.

I was having the daily fight with my parents about life after high school. Being since I didn't have any friends my parents expected me to put all my time and energy into school, but no matter what I did it wasn't enough. I was know as the smart girl who sits in the back of the class. And everyone in my life expected me to go on to live families legacy and become a doctor and go to some great college like Harvard or Princeton. When meanwhile all I wanted to do was take a break from school and leave this town.

I don't fit into one category like most would. Like the jocks, the preps, the bad boys, the wannabes, and the nerds. I guess I just float. I could be all the groups at once or none at all. I don't know. I guess I don't mind it this way.

I live in a small town in the middle of New Jersey. Only 20 minuets outside of NYC. I know what you're thinking you must go to the city all the time. Wrong. I go to the city one time a year. I just don't really find it that fascinating as I used to when I was younger. Ever since I could watch movies that took place in other places I've wanted to go there. I want nothing more than to live in California or Hawaii or Florida, by the water and sand and sun. The beach is like my favorite place in the entire world and I guess the lake is as close as I can get to one.

I pull in to the small parking lot next to the forest, where the lake lays about a half a mile in. I push my way through branches and leaves and finally find my happy place. I sit at the edge of the dock and immediately calm down. I take my pack of cigarettes out and light one. No one knows I smoke yet I doubt anyone cares. I guess I just find it as a great stress reliever. I had brought a half filled beer bottle from my car and started to drink it slowly sip by sip. I'm in a state if pure bliss and serenity when I hear multiple twigs break. I snap my head around to follow the noise and I see a group of boys, from my school, and random girls. Both are obviously drunk, stumbling around the forest. Then I see one boy, who's sober, guiding his wasted friend through the woods. I think the sober one is my neighbor jack, but I know him as Gilinsky and the wasted one maybe Sam.

Before he can spot me I take my half burned cigarette and my almost finished beer bottle, and make run for it. As I'm running on the dock the bottle slips out of my hands and breaks into small shards, instantly turning Gilinsky's head in the direction I'm currently in. Still trying to hide, I start to run. But immediately stop when I hear my name being called by him.

"Alana?"

Shit.

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Hi everyone! Thank you for reading the first part of this jack Gilinsky fanfiction! I'm really excited for it! Until I figure out how to put a cast on this story, Alana will be played by Alexis Ren. And her name is pronounced like Lana del Rey's name except with an a at the beginning. It's a-lan-a. Anyway thanks for reading!