Bad Boy Jack Gilinsky

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There's not much to know about me, I was raised in a rough part of America, Omaha, Nebraska with a rough group. My name's Margo by the way, and right now I was in the sitting room at my shit apartment smoking

I get a text off an unknown number, it reads; "Nate says your late, get to the den ASAP." Fuck, I roll my eyes before shoving the cigarette underneath the couch - really safe, I know

I slip on my old black converse with silver studs on them and walk out of the apartment wearing a white hoodie and black leather pants. I walk down the road for about 5 minutes before I walk behind an old closed down factory that had been shut for about 20 years now

I throw some late-minute gum into my mouth and chewed it since i hadn't eaten today yet, I jump on top of the pillar which allows you to reach the wall about a metre apart, it's a bit of a jump but I was used to it by now. When I got onto the wall jumped down and I was officially inside the old factory, I squeeze through a small alleyway and before I know it I'm surrounded by plenty of familiar faces

"Your late," Nate Maloley scoffs

"Oh shut up, I'm here now," I rolled my eyes as I shoved my hands into my sweatshirt, there was about 6 boys sitting down, I only knew a couple but it didn't matter, people I had never seen before had wandered in here, but that's thanks to Nate being their drug dealers

I ruffled through my jean pockets and ruffled out the money I owed Nate, he smiled as I handed it to him

"That's better baby girl," he smirked

"Always a pleasure," I said sitting down next to Jack Johnson, my best friend

"What's up J?" I asked him chuckling as he puffed on a cigarette, before he could answer I snatched it off him and stuck it in my mouth

"Nothin much, what's up with you Go?" He asked me, using my nickname

"Hey, where's G and Sammy?" I asked standing up

"Their at the apartment, and th- oh hold on, I'm getting a call off Gilinsky now," Johnson said answering the call

"Hello? .. Hey wassup G... What?... What are you on about? ... We're coming.. 10 minutes.. Seeya," he looked worried before he hung up