FLASHBACKS ➳ JACK GILINSKY

Chapter 25 - Waiting For Superman

Yes, there was a stydia line in the last chapter. If you guys hadn't noticed, I do use some scenes from shows and movies in this book, and if you recognize them, I love you. Anyways, I love stydia and I want them to get together already, so I obviously put them in my book.

I was asked if I could maybe put a chapter up in Jack's POV. The answer to that would be, not anytime soon. You see, I want this story to keep going in Elena's POV, at least for now. If it were to be the other way around, the story won't work that way. There still some upcoming drama left, and until that it over with, Jack's POV won't happen in this story anytime soon.

The third thing I wanted to say is, I just completed the chapter where they officially get together, and I'm so proud of it. I seriously cannot wait until you guys can read it!

Anyways, here's the chapter you guys want!

//25//

I was lying in his arms, and as much as I love the feeling of his arms wrapped around my waist with our legs tangled with each other, and his head on top of mine, I couldn't help but feel a shot of uneasiness. I could hear all the warning bells and see all the big, bright flashing red lights telling me that I couldn't take it too far. There were loads of signs telling me to stay away from him and keep our relationship professional, because anything beyond that, I was in danger.

After we had kissed, it was like everything returned back to normal, and I wanted to kick myself in the shin for falling for his charms so easily. All he had to do was look at me with that look, his look, the look he uses on girls, the one where he looks so vulnerable and adorable and his eyes are filled with hope just like a little kid. I hated how quickly he managed to get me wrapped around his finger just because of one stupid kiss.

And the thing I hated even more was that I wanted him to kiss me like that again. I wanted him to kiss me like he still loves me, like nothing ever changed, like he didn't break my heart and I didn't do anything to harm him. I wanted us to kiss with the passion and love we had and pretend that we were still two lovesick teenagers who couldn't spend a day without each other, because we just loved each other's company as much as we loved the person. I wanted the kiss to mean something to him as much as it did to me. I wanted him to tell me that the kiss meant everything to him and mean it, not just say it for the sake of me or even for the sake of him.

I wanted, almost needed, for everything to work out, but it seemed all too perfect for me. Over the past year, life has proven to me that it wasn't all rainbows and unicorns. Things don't come easily for me. Even though everything felt perfect with him still saying that he still loves me, asking for another chance, and treating me the way I had craved, I can just feel that there was ulterior motive. Nothing ends this perfectly in my life. He won't just come up to me and tell me he's sorry and act like he cares again without something being up. I don't believe him.

He had asked me to come to his room, so that we could talk about us and catch up on everything we had missed over the past year we were apart. I wasn't really in the mood of talking, because you know the whole 'oh-my-god-my-ex-boyfriend-that-i-still-love-for-some-reason-somewhat-loves-me-again-after-ignoring-me-and-hating-me-for-a-year-leaving-me-in-heartbreak-while-he-was-happy-with-another-girl' ordeal just shocked me.

So, that leaves us here.

I carefully untangled my legs from him and detached myself from him completely, before standing up. I bit my nails since I was extremely nervous on what I should do? Should I stay or should I leave? Every bone that was smart in my body told me to just bolt out of here, but my heart, a little piece of my heart was telling me to give it a shot.