The Skinny love project

Chapter 3

My alarms clock goes off and it's 6am. last night went amazing with jack. It was everything I wanted. And pretty much expected. But we had such a fun night.

I got up and my head was pounding but I have classes today I can't be late for because it's my actual first day at school.

I fix up my hair. Straighten it down a bit. Put on my mascara, eyeshadow and eye liner, and head out the dorm with my books.

My first class is Vocals. There's a whole bunch of studios for all the students to practice. Our instructor tells us to sit on the couch and floor and listen to him so we can learn how to use them. We are all assigned with a certain "dj" they called it and they helped us with our voice mechanics. I glance around my class and I realize jack and zain are both in this class. Great. I get to sing in front of the one I like and the ass whole.

"Jordan! Since you look like your paying attention, would you like to come and show us some vocal chords. Your previous records tell me you have an amazing voice!" Our professor, Mr.Axel, asks and I hear a snicker from one of the students, immediately realizing it was asswhole.

"Oh... No that's sir. I don't feel comfortable doing that at the moment" I said shyly.

"That's okay, first time here is always a tricky time." And he went to another student.

"*cough* pussy *cough*" said Zain and I looked at him dead in the eyes and gave him the "paybacks a bitch" glare.

So I was assigned with Treyson. He's obviously a lot older than me (about late 20's early 30's) and he tells me to start singing and I do.

I tell him to turn the auto tune in slightly just so it's not to much. Just to perfect my voice. And it goes. I finish singing my song, not realizing before that everyone was staring at me. Even some phones were out.

"Where the fuck did you learn to sing like that?!" Treyson asked surprised. He was obviously surprised. He cursed knowing he wasn't allowed to.

"I... Umm... I don't know to be honest. I kinda taught myself. Years of practice!.." I gave a small smile.

"Well that was amazing!" He said as I walked out. I saw jack with his eyes all on me.

"You have such a beautiful voice!... I'm honestly surprised..." He said

"Thanks!" I smile and walk passed him to get to my next class which is all instruments.

Finally the day is over and it was pretty fun. I walk out and off the campus and hop in my Lamborghini. I honestly hate it when people call me rich. I'm sorry that I saved up all my life to get my dream car like seriously. But as soon as I sit and close the door I hear my name being called.

It's jack.

"Hop in!" I yell threw the window.

"I can't! I have to-"

"GET IN!" I say laughing and screaming. "We are getting food!"

He opens his eyes widely and opens the door and sits.

We head to mc Donald's because I'm really craving their French fries. I pull over to the parking lot and order my fries and stuff for jack and I pull into a parking space. I pull out my pump for my diabetes.

"What's that?!" Jack says, seeing the tube hooked up to me.

"Oh, this... Umm. It's for my diabetes. It's a little tube that goes inside of me to give me insulin. It's pretty much s life supporter. Not a cure." I laugh.

"Oh cool. I though it's only for old people though..." He said and my heart dropped.

When I was younger I would always think diabetes was for old people. Until I got it. It made things more offensive and in really sensitive on that subject when people say that. I also get pissed off on how people don't know the difference between type one and type two diabetes. I have type one.

"Are you serious right now jack!?" I look at him sternly and roll my eyes.

"WHAT!!? I was just being honest! Sorry!" He says putting his hands up in the air as if he's under arrest.

"It's fine." I give myself insulin and eat.

"So you have to do that every time you eat?!" Jack asks.

"Yeah. It sucks but it helps me live so.."

"Oh... I'm sorry."

"It's fine aha." I say and I start to drive back to the campus.

I got out of the car.

"Thanks. A lot..." Jack said. "I'll see you on Monday! Or maybe this weekend.." And I nodded and he awkwardly walks away.

I wonder what he came to me about in the first place.. Why was he calling my name when I was about to go by myself? What did he need?...