The New Boy

chapter 25

I have the biggest smirk on my face when I walk out. I'm honestly so surprised that I said that. maybe it's because it's my senior year and I don't give a fück about a lot of things now? maybe it's because I don't want to be a goody goody any more?

but it's probably because he's Jack Gilinsky and I want to fück him.

"so?" Mrs. Gilinsky asks me when she sees me walk down the stairs.

"it's not broken, but he already has two black eyes." I say, relieved a little.

"I'm just glad it's not broken. how's your head?" she replies.

"better. I took a Tylenol and I gave Jack one to help with the pain, but he handled it really well." I tell her.

"so did you. you were so calm and you actually knew what you were doing. here, I'll take the peas." she says, grabbing them.

"I have no idea how I stayed so calm. and I'm sorry if there's still some blood on them."

"you should be a doctor." she tells me.

"I sort of am. I'm going to college in California to become a vet. so, an animal doctor."

"why California?" she asks me.

"it's just my dream place to leave. warm all year round and it just seems like paradise." I tell her. "well, I should probably go back upstairs to see Jack. thank you."

"no, thank you for taking care of him." she says and gives me a hug. I smile at her and then run upstairs to see Jack, still sitting on the counter.

"can I move now?" he asks me when he sees me.

"yeah, just be careful. I don't want it to start bleeding again." I tell him and grab his hand and walk him to his bed.

"I'm so sorry." I say, but when I look at his face I burst out laughing. he looks like a middle school girl trying to do the smoky eye.

"very genuine." he says, sarcastically.

"have you seen yourself?" I ask, between laughs

"no?" he questions, shaking his head.

I grab my compact mirror from my purse and show him.

"oh my god." he says, his eyes going wide.

"don't worry, you'll look badass. just make up a story. say something like we went to the mall and some guy was checking me out, so you beat him up and all he did was punch your nose. very chivalrous of you." I say laughing.

"or I could say.." he starts and then whispers in my ear, "you're very rough in bed."

I smile, but then I playfully hit his arm.

"Jack!" I yell laughing.

"hey, it's a lot better and more believable than what you said." he laughs.

"oh. so it's believable that I'm rough in bed?" I laugh.

"well.." he starts.

"wait, how much will you sweat in practice? like would it be super bad? because I could just put makeup on it and make it not look as bad." I tell him.

"nah. I'm just going to stick with my story." he says and winks at me.

"well, you don't know. yet." I say, flirtatiously.

he leans in to kiss me and I lean in too, but I stop, right before our lips touch. I pull away and grab my bag to change into my pajamas. I walk into the bathroom and shut the door. I can hear Jack yell at me.

"don't be such a tease!" he says through the closed bathroom door.

"love you!" I say back, smiling.

I change into my red Nike pros and an oversized fall out boy tee shirt. I wipe my makeup off and put my hair in a messy bun on top of my head. I take out my contacts and brush my teeth before walking out.

"now, where were we?" Jack says, grabbing my waist and pulling me towards him.

"bed?" I asked, walking towards it. I sit down, Indian style and look at Jack.

"when you were in there, my mom told me that her and my dad are leaving until Tuesday. some business conference or something? I don't know." he tells me.

"so it'll be just us?" I ask him.

"well, I was thinking about having a party tomorrow night." he tells me.

"okay, but make sure you lock all of the doors so there's no people having sex in any of the rooms because I am not cleaning that up." I say laughing a little.

"I always do." he tells me.

"what type of party though?" I ask him.

"obviously alcohol and music and I'll have my pool open and maybe pot or something." he says.

"no drugs." I say, my face straight.

"what?" he asks, confused.

"no drugs. don't have it be one of those parties." I say, refusing to give up.

"why not?" he asks.

"Jack. I hate everyone at school because they do drugs. just don't for your first party. next one, yeah. you can. just not your first one." I plead.

"fine." he says, giving in.

"thank you babe." I say and I give him a kiss.

"yeah." he says, grouchy about it.

"oh don't be such a baby. Sunday is going to be awful though." I say.

"why?"

"we're going to have to clean it all up, and trust me, it will be hard."

"do you have experience in that?" he asks, trying not to laugh.

"well, gavin had a lot of parties because my dads always gone and my mom is laid back and tries to be 'the cool mom' so she lets us do whatever we want. the other day she bought me hundreds of dollars worth of clothes. like twenty bags." I say.

"was there ever pot at those parties?" he asks me.

"I mean, yeah, but not every single one. I told you. next party, you can." I explain.

"I know." he says.

"so where are we even going to get the alcohol?" I ask, unsure of this because my mom always bought ours.

"well, I have a stash in my closet and there is a ton in the basement, so I'll just take that, but not what's in the front." he says.

"you have this all planned out." I laughed.

"I do because it needs to be perfect. just like you." he says and gives me a kiss.

"oh shut up. I'm far from it." I say, denying it.

"don't deny the truth." he says.

"I don't. I deny things that aren't true. what time is it?" I ask him.

"it's 10:04, why? are you tired?" he asks, teasing me.

"school drains me. okay? but we need to do our homework." I tell him.

"fine." he says and he goes and grabs our bags.

we do our homework and go to bed at about 11:00. all I can think is how lucky I am that I didn't break his nose.

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I can't wait for school to be done.

only 2 more years and off to LA I go.

I have no idea wtf in doing with my life tho.

oops.