BAD//WALE
I didn't even acknowledge that I had barely met Jack a week ago, yet. I meant there was so much going on. This is fucking me up so bad that I might go insane. Jack Fuckin Gilinsky is taking me out on a date and imagine a week ago I was screaming bc he tweeted something stupid. This is surreal. What are the chances.
I sat and waited on the steps on my porch with my white dress.
It's the middle of the summer I was freaking sweating. Jack parked and hopped out with a rose. This was new. He was in a button up and jeans.
I didn't know where we were going now but I feel underdressed.
"Hey babe," he said kissing my lips and offering his hand to the jeep.
We drove in silence until we got to a nice restaurant, I didn't know what to think or feel about this. I looked in the side mirror and the purple marks on my neck were still there.
Jack walked around the car and I couldn't help to let a tear out. I wiped it away as soon as he opened the door. He offered me his arm and we walked in the really expensive restaurant.
"I hope you like Italian," he said as he smiled.
"I'll eat anything," I said with a smile "this is beautiful Jack."
We sat in the outside area at a closed off booth that had candles in the center of the table and rose pedals around them. We sat next to each other and I couldn't tell if I was scared or not.
"So tell me about yourself," he asked in a raspy voice and I looked at him wit confusion. I think he noticed because he shifted in his seat nervously.
"Uhm, where do I start?" I laughed nervously "I grew up in LA, I like reading, eating, and I'm leaving to college soon" I said while twirling dress in finger. Did Jack really care about me and my life? There was a moment of silence so I continued "I was accepted to do an internship in a few weeks in San Diego."
*JACKS POV*
I listened to her as she was talking about the opportunities the internship could give her and her aspirations in life. It was beautiful the way she got her life worked out. I mean I hope she didn't think this was just a "friends with benefits" thing because I feel like she understanding than most people.
I was just scared to tell her why I needed to tell her.
"So I have two questions for you," she asked after we ordered our food.
"Shoot"
"1. Why is the famous Gilinsky taking me on a date? 2. Tell me more about you?" I was amused at the question, do I really have to prove to her that I like her. I was thrown off guard.
"To answer your second question, I mean there's nothing new to me that you might not know. My to sound cocky or anything but I have nothing to hide," I lied "I mean we still have time to find ourselves, I just need a lot of time" I sighed " and the answer to your first question-it's not often that you see a guy take a lovely lady out on a date. I mean how many guys have taken you out?"
*YOUR POV*
I choked, now that I think of it no one has ever taken me out on a date this was my first date.
"Here we go a Chicken Alfredo for the lady and Fettuccini Alfredo for the man" saved I was saved by the waiter.
"Thank you," Jack said to the waiter as he smirked at me. "You didn't answer my question," he said in my ear with a much deeper voice and sliding his hand up my dress.
He kept his hand in between my thighs "tell me, has anybody ever made you nervous like I do, has anybody ever made you cum like I do?"
I was shaking but I just sat there. I didn't want him to know.
"Tell me!" He said squeezing my thigh. It hurt so much, I gave in.
"No," I cried.
"No, what?"
"No, daddy. No one has ever made me cum like you. No one has a big dick like you. No has ever ate my pussy like you (or at all)." I said trying to hold my tears in.
"You belong to me. You're mine," He said with a stern voice.
He ate his food in peace and again I was confused. He's so different in seconds.
He asked about my family and I tried to not question what had happen.
The night came to an end and Jack quietly took me home. The whole night he was anxious. He kissed me on the cheek as I left and I had a flashback to the other night.
I came to a conclusion that I should try to work this out. I mean Kathy was right! How many girls can say that they went on a date with Jack but how many girls can say that they kissed Jack.
I ruined everything for myself, I ruined my first kiss. I don't want Jack Gilinsky as much as I did. He's nothing what I expected.
I screamed and threw my thing off my desk and onto the floor. This isn't me. I went to sleep crying and stressed out.
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This chapter kinda suck sorry for posting late, I'm traveling a lot and my summer is busy. Sorry remember to hit the star and share with a gal pal xoxo
