not the type // j.g

Chapter 2

Jacks POV

Gilinsky: Meet me by our place a noon tomorrow

I had just asked Alana to meet me. What have I done? I haven't talked to this girl in years and now I'm deciding to? Asshole move Gilinsky. Nice going. If I didn't already seem fake enough when I dropped her after summer camp, I must seem like a total dick right now. Ugh what's wrong with me? My friend Sammy is passed out on the floor drunk as hell and worrying about the text I just sent. God I'm a bad friend to everyone it seems.

Fuck it, I'm going to bed.

Alana's POV

I set my alarm for 10:30, because if I didn't I would probably wake up at 3. No joke. Once I woke up, I hoped in the shower. Ah showers. Gotta love them. Once I got out I left my hair to air dry and put on my favorite pair of ripped skinny jeans and a white t-shirt. I'm no girly girl by any means and love my t-shirt and jeans. I ate my breakfast and left. By 11:45 I was waiting outside Oaklandale park waiting for jack. I didn't expect him for at least 30 min so I picked up my phone and checked social media.

I didn't remember falling asleep but I was awoken to someone knocking on my window. When my eyes focused I saw it was jack, smiling. Without a resemblance of emotion on my face I got out of the car. We walked to the nearest bench and sat down. The scenery was still the same. All the little kids surround the geese and run through the grass. As jack and I sat in silence watching them. This was so pointless why did he want to meet in the first place? Ugh. I was about to get up and leave when a familiar voice stopped me.

"Alana..."

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A/N
Hi guys! Sorry I haven't been updating!!! I honestly thought no one even read my story but someone commented to update and that made me so so happy :) ! This chapter isn't long but future ones will be longer. I'm just getting back into writing chapters again! They'll get better, promise :)
-Sam