mixed signals || j.g

♡chapter five♡

my eyes shoot open as realisation hits me in what day it is; jacks home. and of course sammy, nate and johnson.

i look at my phone to see what time it is and it reads 12:00pm, and i have three messages: one off sam, one of nate, and one off johnson. but none off gilinsky. i skim through the messages vaguely before running out of bed, quickly stripping off my pyjamas and getting into the shower.

i quickly put on my clothes; a dark tennis skirt, a black cropped jumper, some adidas socks and my adidas originals. i then put on some foundation and powder, wing eyeliner and mascara and a pink lipstick. i dry my hair a little bit so it's still a bit damp and put it in a messy bun. i grab my purse and phone and leave my room. (a/n outfit on the side, or if you're on your phone, up there👆🏻)

i shout goodbye to my parents before leaving the house and walking to johnsons, knowing they'll all be there. excitement and happiness grow inside me as i get closer to the house. i lightly knock on the door and johnson opened it, engulfing me in a hug, i hold him tightly, happy to see my best friend again.
"how was digi?" i asked smiling.
"it was so good kay, our fans were insane! come on," he says leading me into his living room, "they're all in here.

i walk into johnsons living room and the first thing i notice is sammys, chocolate brown hair was now a white blonde colour, making his thick, dark eyebrows stand out. (a/n i know this wasn't around the same time as digi but it goes well with the story).
"oh my god sam your hair!" i exclaim, running my fingers through it.
"yeah, you like it?" he asks and i nod my head. the blonde really did suit sammy, and i really liked it.

i search the room for jack but he's not here.
"him and madison went to go get g's phone, he left it at his house." nate said, reading my mind. i nod and go and greet nate giving him a hug.
"who's madison?" i ask.
"madison beer, we met her at digi." johnson answered. i just nodded, not wanting to cause a scene. i sit down on the armchair, zoning out of the conversation the boys were having. suddenly, the door shut and footsteps came into the living room, it was jack and madison. i noticed that jack had a hair cut too, his long, dark, thick curls were replaced with a short, lighter coloured hairstyle that stuck up a bit, he was wearing black skinny jeans and a red muscle tank that showed his biceps off nicely. my eyes traveled to madison, she was a pretty girl with long eyelashes and bushy eyebrows, black skinny jeans with big holes in the knees clung to her thin long legs and a white cropped t shirt complimented her figure nicely.

i stand up and walk over to jack, smiling.
"hi jack." i say, my smile widening as i get closer to his perfectly sculptured face.
"kaydence" jack breathed, locking our eyes together. someone cleared their throat next to us and jack turned to look at madison.
"mad, this is my friend kaydence." my heart dropped into my stomach at the word friend and i look at my feet.
"kay, this is madison," i hear jack say and i look up. "my girlfriend." he continues. i feel as if i'm going to be sick, i could almost hear my heart being physically ripped into shreds at the sound of jacks words. madison smiles at me.
"it's so nice to meet you!" she says with a fake smile.
"you too." i say quietly, with a small smile.

i walk back to my seat in the armchair, tears threatening to spill, i blink rapidly, not wanting to cry in front of everyone. johnson, sammy and nate all give me sympathetic looks but i force a  smile back at them. jack and madison have sat down in the love seat together and i shift uncomfortably, trying to get rid of the pain in my heart. we were never a couple I told myself. nothing was made official.
"hey kaydence, what's your twitter?" madison asked me.
"@KayTepper" i reply. madison typed on her phone and my phone dinged with a notification.
'@MadisonElleBeer is now following you!' i give her a small smile and follow her back.
"let's put a film on." nate suggests. everyone agrees and we put on Nightmare on Elm Street.