hotline bling » jack gilinsky

nineteen

i look at kendall's phone, which is in her hands, and it's lit up. i quickly glance at her and her eyes are closed, meaning she's asleep. i slowly take her phones from her grasp and almost chuck it across the room when i see travis' name.

[travis] can we please talk?

i stare at the screen. kendall wouldn't like me texting back to him, but i just have to do it if she wants him to leave her alone. i unlock the screen and it asks for a passcode. damn. 1234? i enter it and it magically unlocks. classic kendall.

i begin typing and never realized how hard it was to type with on hand. kendall shuffles a bit and i hid the phone screen towards my chest. her eyes remain closed and i tighten my left arm around her. i proceed in typing back to this no good bastard.

i then start to delete it because i don't want to lose her trust this fast. she's gonna think i'm nosy and that i don't trust her. whatever that means. i just lock the phone and put it behind her.

i turn off my macbook, which we were watching movies on, and wrap my right arm around her, cuddling her toward me. i close my eyes and drift off into deep sleep with the girl of my dreams.

*

kendall's pov

i stretch out my arms and legs as i wake and accidentally hit jack in the face. he groans, letting one arm, that he's holding me with, go to run his hand over his face.

"ow." he practically complains.

"i'm sorry." i laugh, sitting up and getting off of the bed.

"don't leave, baby." he drags out.

i head into the bathroom connected to his bedroom and stare in the mirror. my hair is a mess and my eyes are puffy from crying. i'm hideous.

"jack." i call out and he hums in response. "i'm going home really quick to shower and everything."

"okay. i'll see you later?" he asks me as i come into view.

i nod my head and lean down to kiss his cheek. i gather my things and get into my car, heading back home. i arrive quite quickly and head inside of my locked apartment. i hope travis never plans on using that spare key i gave him ever.

i fish out my phone from my bag and unlock the screen. it had a whole bunch of missed calls and texts from both travis and asia. two people i never want to be affiliated with ever again. one text in particular catches my eye.

[travis] okay, leave me on read. i just want to talk.

my eyebrows pull together and i grow very confused. i don't remember ever reading a text message from him. i shake off the random thought a continue on with walking into my bedroom and the bathroom.

i shower and do all of my lady things quite quick. i just want to go back to jack's house. i quickly whip on waterproof mascara incase i do get emotional today. i then grab my things and head back to jack's house.

i get into my car once again and drive off to jack's house. i should probably bring them breakfast, but we all could go out to breakfast if they're hungry. i go inside of their house and see johnson sitting at the dinner table, listening to music and eating.

"what are you eating?" i ask him.

"donuts." he shrugs. "madison brings some like everyday."

"and she brought some today?" i question and he nods his head.

maybe she didn't get the memo when jack told her she couldn't be there. johnson continues to jam out to music whilst eating his donut. i shake him off and walk towards jack's room.

"knock, knock." i say while slowly opening the door.

"hello." he drags out, while drying his wet hair with a towel.

the only thing he has on are socks and jeans. my eyes lock on his abdomen. wow, i'm so lucky.

"up here, baby." he says, putting his fingers under my chin to lift up my head.

he plants a kiss on my lips and i blush horribly.

"want to go out for breakfast?" i ask him.

"i heard madison bring in food just a few minutes ago. why not eat what we already have here right?" he replies and puts on a long, black t-shirt.

"right." i purse my lips.

i get that they dated, but i don't like her near him. i don't want to sound clingy and controlling, but they've had a past. i have a right to not want my 'significant other' to be around his ex.

jack grabs my hand unexpectedly, startling me, and leads me out into the kitchen. johnson is still there, finishing the same donut.

"look at the happy couple." he says.

jack and i both take a seat at the table and he brings the pink box closer to him, choosing whichever she wants.

"the only good thing about madison is that she knows what kind of donut i like." jack tells johnson.

what so hard about remembering a donut that one likes? is he hinting that i don't know what kind of donut he likes? i tap my fingers on the table as my mind drifts off to yesterday and i stare blankly at the wall.

out of all things, i did not expect my boyfriend to be cheating on me with my best friends. that's so embarrassing. i'm going to have to lie if someone asks me why travis and i broke up.

"you okay?" jack asks me while licking the icing off his fingers.

why does he look so hot doing that?

i nod my head, "yeah." i sigh.

his eyebrows raise in my answer. what? did he expect me to rant to him. johnson abruptly gets up from the table, leaving his phone behind. it's either he's going to wash his hands, or he's going to grab a drink.

"stop." i push jack's hand away from his mouth.

"what?" he asks, proceeding to lick the icing off.

"you tease." i roll my eyes at him.

a small grin forms on his face, amused with my words, "oh? you'd rather this be-"

"shut up." i turn away from him, my cheeks turning bright pink.

"i could make that happen, you know?" he whispers into my ear, making me clench my legs together.

"i'm well aware of that, jack." i say.

"want me to make it happen?"

"stop talking to me and finish your donut." i laugh and so does he.

"tell me whenever you want me to."

"want you to what?" johnson reappears with clean hands and a water bottle.

"to help her with an outfit." jack shrugs his shoulders.

how is he so nonchalant and casually playing this off when i'm as red as a tomato.

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