hotline bling » jack gilinsky

twenty one

jack's pov

i nervously push my hand through my hair before i knocking on kendall's front door. i wait a short moment before it actually opens. anger surges through me when i see travis stand before me.

"what the hell are you doing here?" we both say at the same time.

"where is she?" i ask him, balling my fists.

i restrain myself from completely letting go and punching his face in. the thought of him being with her again gets under my skin so badly. i don't hate many people, but i hate him.

"she's in the kitchen," he looks back. "but she's coming right about now."

kendall's figure appears at the doorway and i don't know whether i feel more sad or angry that she could do this to me. it's only been one day. i just wanted her to be completely sure to take it all the way again.

"really, kendall? already?" i narrow my eyes at her, scowling, and she swallows a lump in her throat. "i really thought you changed, but after we argue once, you go running off to this guy? that's unbelievable."

i shake my head, turning away to my car. she's so pathetic. why did i waste my time on her. i drive home, not even caring if i'm going above the speed limit. I should've beat the shit out of travis.

i slam my car door shut and i wouldn't be surprised if it broke off. i rage into the house, throwing my keys forcefully to the wall. johnson appears in the living room all wide eyed.

"what the fuck is your problem?" he asks me. "i'm trying to get laid."

"kendall! she's the fucking problem. we barely argued and she already went back to her ex." i seethe, taking a seat on the couch.

"chill out."

"i can't!" i shout, startling him a little bit.

i run my hand, angrily through my hair. maybe i'm overreacting and she has some valid reason for him being over there. no, that's not it. but i also didn't let her speak. what if there's actually a reason? then she would hate me for assuming.

the topic is stressing me out and i just want to throw and break everything within reach. i put so much trust on this one girl and she betrayed me.

"explain to me what happened." johnson boldly takes a seat next to me.

i tell him everything that went down, not leaving out any single detail. it was easy because the encounter wasn't long at all. johnson's eyebrows raise in surprise and he doesn't look frightened anymore. more amused.

"you didn't let her talk nor explain?" he asks me.

"no, because i knew exactly what was going on." i reply and he just laughs at my response.

i was calm, but now i'm not. i angrily push myself up and off of the couch, going into my room before i beat his ass up. how can he be on her side rather than mine? sure, it was unreasonable for me to assume, but there was no explanation for why he was there.

it was so obvious why he was there. she forgave him and took him back just because she misinterpreted my words and got mad at me. she didn't even let me explain, why should i let her.

i figured that i should take a nap to waste time and cool myself off before heading out again. maybe to a club or to sam's. he knows how to throw a party.

kendall's pov

"i told you it wasn't a good idea for you to come over for breakfast!" i throw my arms up in the air. "but you still came."