Finding Jack||j.g

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Scarlett

I roll my eyes at her giggle for the millionth time today. That's all she's been doing, laughing her ass off about something that's not even close to being funny. You can literally open up a can of soda and she'll giggle at the sound of the cold drink.

I can't believe Jack actually invited her!

I can't believe he slept with her!

I can't believe he's such a asshole!

Well, I can believe that.

But why her?

Why must it be her? She laughs like a hyena.

The sound of her fake giggle rings through my ear once again making my eye twitch of annoyance.

The sound makes me want to pull out my hair out!

"Madison!" I say that a little too loud, but any sound that's not hers will probably bless everyone's ears.

Once I see her eyes digging through my soul I try to cover up my little announcement.

"Madison, so tell us about yourself?" I try to act with interests, but I think she could tell that I was just acting. And honestly I hope she can see through this act and see I don't like her.

I know, I know. Why am I judging someone that I don't know? And my answer to that is because I can. Duh. And it's just something about her, something that isn't right, something that clicks in my brain, but won't tell me what to do or what it is.

"Oh I, well, I...was born in... Canada."

"Oh so your Canadian?" Matt asks.

"Did I say Canada, I mean California." She plays it off with a giggle.

"Oh okay, well I'm going to get something to drink." I get up trying to escape from her annoying trap.

I start to walk out of the backstage room and into the restroom just near the corner. I walk over to the sink, resting my arms on the edges taking a deep breath.

She irritates me!

I hate her!

And I don't even know her!

Why her Jack? Why a girl that just opened her legs just to get with 'The Jack Gilinsky'? She just...ughh

I turn on the fosit, cupping my hands under the water and slashing some on my face. I dry myself and head out the bathroom only to bump into someone coming into the restroom.

"Oh heya!"

"Oh shit!"

"Uhm are you okay? You seem...agitated."

"Why would you think that?" I raise my voice more than it was needed.

"Well for starters you have that face of 'I'm about to kill a bitch'. And you just came out of the men's restroom."

I quickly look back at the sign on the door I just came out of only for it to say men.

"Well who would blame me, your girlfriend is annoying as fuck!"

"She's not my girlfriend!"

"Then what is she Jack? Is she just part of the Gilinsky hit list? Or just your stray?"

"Hit list?" His face squints up into a confused face making me awes for a second but remembering I'm mad.

"Just promise me one thing? Never have children."

I walk past him wanting the last word.

But to him, my last words probably don't even count as something to argue against.
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I'm sorry I haven't updated in a long time. Y'all probably took this book off y'alls library. It's just things have been hard for me. Nothing seems to be going okay. I'm not okay. And no one sees that but myself. I try. I swear I do. But I'm started to lose interest in the thing that I love the most. And that's writing. I haven't written anything but this chapter. I'm depressed and no one helps me.