Jack Gilinsky Rebel 2 // A Magcon Fanfic

Chapter 23

*The Last Day*

We're all packing up all our shit to leave later today. I sit on my feet as I pour everything from my drawers into my suitcase. Johnson is next to me, emptying out all of Jack G's shit. Jack left that day, right after the conversation we had. Cam said he didn't say a word on the way out.

My mind has been filled with the thought of where I'm going to live, obviously not with him. It'd just be awkward. I fold the last of my clothes into my bag and stand up, zipping the bag.

I look around the room- the good times I've had here. Sad to see it go, more like sad to see him go.

"Im almost done, I'll help you carry it to the car," says Jack J.

I smile and throw my suitcase on the bed and slide on my flip flops. I look around the room for anything we didn't get, them I see it. His shirt, the red RVCA one (I know it got stolen in real life 😂).

I sigh and close my eyes, then open them as I walk to it and pick it up and bring it to my nose. I know it's probably weird but I just needed something to remind me that he isn't gone forever. I turn around and throw it at Jack.

He looks at it for a second, then puts it in Jacks suitcase, then zips it up as well. After a second he stands up and props the suitcase on its wheels, then with one hand grabs mine and props it up too.

I smile at his gesture and let him walk into the hallway, then down the stairs. Nash, Cameron, Aaron and Shawn are already down with their luggage. To be brutally honest- I'm surprised Shawn didn't leave before hand.

Jack sets the bags by the others and joins the boys over at the island. I walk to the couch and lay down, facing the back rest of the soft leather. I just realize how tired I am too, wow. With nothing to do but lay and listen to the boys silly conversations I think of him, of Jack.

I close my eyes and hope to make it stop but the only thing it does is make me hurt even more. I sigh and face up, my back fully on the couch. I just stare at the popcorn on the ceiling and hope we are leaving soon.

About five minutes later, I guess I didn't hear the rest of the boys come down but they did. Sammy walks to the side of the couch.

"Hey, time to go, baby girl," he says.

I close my eyes and sigh one last time on this couch. He puts out a hand and I take it as I stand up. I stay close to him and look up at his eyes.

"Do you think he'll be mad forever?" I ask quietly so the boys already exiting the door don't hear.

He breathes in heavily, "no. He couldn't stay mad at you for that long, Sam," he says.

I release his hand and walk to the door, looking at the floor. I throw my hair out of my face and walk right past Shawn, who's holding the door open for everyone. I walk right into the passenger seat of Taylor's black Lamborghini and just sit. Taylor isn't even in yet so I turn on the radio to escape my thoughts.

I buckle and turn my head towards the window. I watch Taylor, Cameron, and Johnson all talking in the middle of the yard. They are the drivers- probably talking about which route to take and which restaurants to go to. I just stare until they handshake and Taylor walks over, and looks at me with a smile.

As he walks around the car, I don't turn my head or anything, just leave it the same. I hear the door open and he sits down, then closes the door.

"So you're riding with me? We're gonna have a good time, okay?" He says all happy and shit.

I smile a fraction of an inch and turn to face him. He looks me in the eyes as he puts the car in gear, but doesn't move until the car driven my Johnson moves in front of us.

"Yeah," I respond with.

His car smelled really good, I remember that. Over the first hour I lightened up and totally forgot about Jack. Taylor and Me were like the high school us- if you don't remember, Taylor Caniff was my first friend other than Cameron. We were singing to Taylor Swift and just laughing for no reason. I wish that was how I could feel my whole life.

About an hour and a half after leaving the beautiful Miami, it was getting dark and we were all starving.

"What are we getting to eat?" I ask Taylor after the laughter dies down.

He shrugs, "Cam said you liked Taco Bell?" he says smirking.

I laugh a little, "yeah I'll eat that shit," I say and he laughs as we turn behind Cam and Jack J into the parking lot of the great TB. We park and I grab my phone and get out. Since today was road trip day I just wore yoga pants and a tee shirt with cuts down the side. I walk in with everyone else and we stand in line for our order. As it comes to us, Johnson looks to me.

"What do you want to eat, Sam?" he asks leaning on the counter.

"A cheese quesadilla and a medium drink please," I say and he tells the guy at the register . He gives us a number and tells us to wait for a minute so we sit at the closest table.

I sit at the nearest open chair and to my luck, Shawn sits next to me. I look forward, though I can see him in the corner of my eye. He looks really serious, "are you gonna ignore me forever? It's not my fault he's gone.." he says.

I swallow hard, trying not to snap. I turn my head slowly in his direction.

"I am the reason he left, Shawn. It was all me, I know," I say while my voice cracks like a bitch. He sighs and looks in his lap while all I do is death stare him. I see the bruise starting to fade on his face.

"What happened to forgetting about it? Huh?" He says looking back up.

I sigh and look at the ordering desk, "the thing is that I didn't want to forget. For that split moment in my life I felt alive- and good. I couldn't just forget about it, Shawn.." I say slowly and I immediately feel guilty. I slide my chair out and storm outside which is now slightly sprinkling. I stand on the curb and feel tears threaten to pour out of me.

I step out into the parking lot and start to feel the rain drops fall on my arms. Then I hear the door open and feel someone turn me into them and they hold me tight. "It's alright Sam," Cameron says. I wrap my arms tighter around his back and bury my head deeper into his warm chest. I feel like I want to cry but then I tell myself not to.

"I'm just so sad now," I say silently and shaky.

Cameron sighs, "you won't be forever okay? Cheer up, we're getting food," he says. I smile a little and we walk back into the restaurant just as they call our number.

Jack's Pov

I got back to LA yesterday afternoon and went straight to our apartment and packed up the little clothes I had that weren't in Miami. I had to take a break on the bed and just sit there, with my head in my hands and of course think about her. About Sam.

Every time I hear her voice it makes me weak, but weaker when I see her cry. I honestly thought I was about to break out in tears the last time I talked to her. I don't know if I meant everything I said or not, I was just so mad. Mad at her, mad at Mendes, and mostly mad at myself for letting her slip right through my arms.

After that I grabbed my bag, walked right out and into my car. I don't know where I'm going, I just know I can't be there when they get back. I will talk to her again, I will. I just don't know when.

I take into consideration of going to my parents house.. I haven't seen them in so long, damn. I drive through LA in the dark just blaring music to keep my mind off her, but it literally is impossible.

I feel like such a dick and such a douchebag for what I did. Shit. In all reality, I cannot go a day without her. Lets see how tragic these next few days are. They will probably consist of me getting drunk and high.