Jack Barakat Imagines

Rebound

I was wondering if maybe i could get another jb imagine?

My idea is a one night stand that turned into something more. You can finish the details.

AN I'm sorry I'm so terrible at updating, I feel like I'm failing you guys. I try to update every day, but sometimes I can't then I end up doing it in the morning like a loser. Which is now. Which I can't do when school starts. I'm gonna have to start going to bed earlier if I wanna get these done during the school year. Which the school year here starts on Wednesday, as in this wednesday. I'm going to die. Meanwhile, we are enjoying a nice Jack imagine. This is requested by our very own Baracanunot from wattpad. Wonderful, now once I figure out how to dedicate chapters to people, this will go over a lot more smoothly.

Warning: smut

Your POV

Sipping on my drink, looking out into the sea of people, I really just needed to let loose tonight. Some stranger in here was going to be a lucky son of a bitch, because let me tell you, I'm great in bed. Or so I'm told. When your boyfriend is in the military, you learn to cope with loneliness, but fortunately for me, my boyfriend broke up with me today because apparently he couldn't "be the boyfriend I deserved" or some bullshit like that.

The shitty thing was was that he broke up with me while I was at work. Through text. Like could you get even more cowardly? But my friend helped calm me down, and my makeup wasn't too bad. So now here I was trying to get over what's-his-dick at this stupid club. One night stands were a perfect stress reliever. They're gone before you even wake up so there's nothing awkward about it, so there's a plus. It's like you never even did it, unless they were good at it and you were sore the next day.

So I was scanning the room looking for someone, anyone to come and take my pain away even if it was only for like five minutes. I could deal with that. There were sweaty twenty-something year olds everywhere, rubbing themselves over the opposite gender as if they were dogs scratching their back. They might as well just have a "fuck me" sign. Maybe I'm just being cynical, but they all looked like potential warning labels.

I saw a tall black and blonde haired guy in the corner, it looked like he was talking to his friend - who was rather ripped as fuck to be honest. He was sipping on some girly drink, which to do that here would be suicide, but no one's messing with him. I wonder why. Maybe it's because they're afraid of his friend who was drinking- hold up. His friend is drinking fucking water. Water? At a club? Who the hell are these guys and when can I meet them.

I climbed off my bar stool and stood a bit closer to get a better look. They were both attractive. A three way would be weird though considering they're both completely different body types. But they could be gay for each other. I see the potential. I watched them from my little corner and managed to overhear what they were saying.

"I don't care what you say, Jack. Drinking margaritas in a club is not going to help you pick up chicks," the muscular one told his friend. I guess that lanky guy is named Jack.

"Neither is water, so I don't see what you're accomplishing," he retorted.

The other one rolled his eyes. "I'm taken, of course I'm not trying to pick anyone up."

Jack tsked. "Neither am I!"

"Yeah okay, tell me how well that one worked out the last couple of times. You'd tell me you weren't picking anyone up, and boom, in our apartment the next day would be some girl in your clothes. You're running out of clothes to give girls."

"I could always buy more." Jack then peered over his shoulder to glance at me. I guess I was staring, so I quickly looked away as if I wasn't doing anything weird. "Hold up," I heard Jack say. Either he was coming close to me or I was just standing here like the awkward idiot I am, embracing myself for failure - either way I'm not looking. "What's up?" I heard him say.