Forbidden-Jack Gilinsky

Ch 1

Jack Gilinsky POV

"Yo wake up bro," I felt a small nudge on my left "We're landing in a few."
I took my blindfold off and looked outside the window.
Back home, finally.
The city lights flashed behind us in a rushed blur as we neared the airport.
"Damn, I missed this place" I yawned almost falling back asleep.
"We just left for the summer" Johnson chuckled "And for that,I must thank you're parents" he stretched out his arms accidentally hitting the man next to him.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry sir." The man grumbled at Johnson's slow response, causing me to laugh.
The man stared at me until I calmed down, and rolled his eyes soon after.
"What the hell is his problem" I whispered near Johnson's ear, so that the man couldn't hear. Which clearly was a failed attempt, seeing that he looked at me with his wide menacing eyes.
"Well man, not everyone likes Omaha"
"What the fuck, who doesn't like Omaha" I sounded completely surprised.
"Just 'cause your parents can convince anyone that it's the best place to be" he air quoted the words "Doesn't necessarily mean it is. Maybe that's why they sent us to Canada, to experience some more fun" he waved his hands in the air laughing as I laughed along with him.

Everyone got up and left the airplane and rushed to the baggage claim.
I immediately got my things and waited patiently as Johnson scavenged for his bags.
"Aye J, do you think my parents are going to be at home" I said getting my phone out.
He grabbed his duffel bag, and shook his head smirking.
"Alright, one reunion coming right up" I smirked in response and texted all necessary contacts.
Group Message:
Yo party at my place.
Bring the usual😏
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I heard my phone go off every few seconds. I happily ignored their responses, knowing that they would come.

Zoey Marshall POV

"Zoey make sure you finish your work, and iron your school clothes for tomorrow" I could hear my mom through my door frame and down the stair case.
"Ok mom, I'll do it later" I said going back to my phone.
"No Zoey, now" her voice louder now.
"Ok, ok" I screamed back, with as little sass as possible.

I crinkled my nose and stared at my desk, not wanting to do anything. If I want to get into an Ivy League, I have to work my ass off and gain my hours. Luckily having the best real estate agents as parents, tends to look good on an application when you help them out.
I looked down at my phone and sighed,"Well I guess my future awaits."
I blew a piece of wavy hair out of my face, walked over to my desk and began filing paperwork for my parents.
After what seemed like forever, I heard a faint buzzing of something colliding with the sheet of my bed. I shot up from my seat and quickly responded without realizing who it was.

"Aye babe, come over. We can dance again" a familiar strained voice said, almost persuading me instantly.
"I'm sorry who's this?" I asked trying to sound as if I wasn't interested.
"Just come over" I must have been hypnotized the entire time, because my mind wandered off and my body was sneaking out the front door.

I heard someone forcefully clear their throat. I froze and waited for them to begin talking.
"Now where are you going at this hour" my dad said with crossed arms.
"Dad," I said stretching out the word "I'm on my peri-"
"Ok, I've heard enough you can go" he shooed me out and I gladly stepped outside.
As I got in the car and pushed in the direction to the famous party house, I re-gained my consciousness.
What the hell am I doing!
No.
Well my dad did give me permission to leave, I might as well check it out...
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I finally got to the house and I rolled my eyes at the familiar sight.
3 different cars parked out on the front of the lawn, all spaced out fitting there like perfect puzzle pieces.
I recognized all of them, the first belonged to no other than, Sammy Wilkinson. He was sprawled across the hood of the car smoking a blunt looking rather peaceful.
The truck on the other side had Nate dancing along with 2 girls on the back, swerving their hips into and out of each other.
Of course in the middle, the black jeep was positioned letting me see perfectly what was going inside. The Jacks' each smoked a joint to ,probably, keep their minds off the girls sucking on their necks.
As they sat there looking like the center of attention, other people would walk in the house. Letting out the booming music that everyone swayed to with each other.
I rolled my eyes again and started my car, everything my parents tell me about the Gilinsky family was true.
They are so irritating.
I'm pretty sure as soon as I learned how to speak, my parents have taught me to hate them.
Now it's just instinct.

I pulled up in the parking space at my house and stopped to think.
Strange?
Why the hell did he even call?
Wrong number, maybe?
Even though I asked myself these questions, I knew it was all tied to Jack.

Jack Gilinsky...