School // j.g. c.c.

Five

Jack

It's Friday now and I guess you could say Camila is now my best friend.

Ever since Monday night I have repeatedly gone to Camila's house, just to hangout.

I still haven't told anyone about the office thing with Camila, or that she wants to leave Fifth Harmony.

I don't think I ever will tell anyone any of that.

"Didn't even know your ass still went to Bayview." A familiar voice said. I turned to my right and saw Nash.

"I've been busy." I shrugged.

"Yeah, busy with my sloppy seconds." He chuckled.

"She never was your sloppy seconds cause she never let you get in her pants." I smiled triumphantly to myself and put my books in my locker.

"You're gonna regret hanging out with her."

"You're fucking obsessed with her, chill out Nash." I chuckled, shaking my head.

"I'm not obsessed, I'm just trying to look out for my friend."

"Friend?" I furrowed my eyebrows, "You're not my friend." I laughed.

"She's changed you. You just....you just left all of us for some freak and her friends."

"She's not a freak. You're just an asshole." I said getting annoyed.

"Jesus Gilinsk, look at you. You're even dressed different and you won't even give any of us the time of day." Nash pointed, looking me up and down.

"Just cause I'm wear khakis and a nicer shirt doesn't mean I'm different than I was a couple weeks ago." I shrugged.

"Bullshit."

"Fuck you." I glared.

I slammed my locker shut and pushed past him.

"Hey Gilinsky, you're looking sharp today." Dylan looked me up and down.

I gave him a nod, "What's Nash want?" Shawn looked past me with his eyebrows furrowed.

I turned my head and saw Nash walking towards our circle.

"He's being obsessive." I rolled my eyes, mumbling.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around and without having time to even react, Nash swung at me.

Camila

I turned the corner and spotted a big circle of kids blocking the way to 4th period.

"What's going on?" I asked Hayes who was in the circle.

"Nash is beating the shit out of someone....I can't tell who." He said trying to look over people's shoulders on his tip toes.

I pulled my eyebrows together and started pushing myself through the crowd.

I managed to squeeze my way to the front and Nash was on top of another boy, punching him over and over.

"Who is that?" I looked up at Dylan who was staring in horror.

"Dylan, break up the fight." I demanded.

"I-I tried but everyone kept holding me back, not letting me help."

I looked past Nash and saw Jack.

At least...someone who looked like Jack.

It was hard to tell with all the scratches and blood in the way.