professor » jack gilinsky

nineteen

the next day, i wake up remembering that it's sunday and i had an amazing night last night with jack. speaking of jack, his soft snores fill my ears because his head is in the crook of his neck and his left arm is protectively over my stomach.

my phone starts to buzz somewhere around the bed and i attempt to search for it without waking up jack. when i find it underneath my thigh, i check the screen and max is calling.

"hey, max." i try to sound chirpy.

"hey, i was wondering if you wanted to hangout today? you know, do something fun and skydive like you wanted to."

i feel jack's tongue flick a part of skin on my throat, causing shivers to run down my spine.

"i can't." i sigh.

"why not?" he asks, confused.

i take a deep breath before speaking, "i don't think what we have is working out. you're a very sweet guy, but we're both super different."

i feel jack smile against my neck. little bitch.

"different? how?"

"don't make me explain, please. you know what i'm talking about."

"is there someone else?" max hisses.

i bite my bottom lip, glancing at jack's shirtless body. i can't say that there is because he'll just probe me on who it is and i can't tell him that it's jack. wow, that was more than just an experiment. it's practically proved that i do have feelings for jack.

"no." i lie. "there isn't. i'm just not looking for a relationship right now." i tell him and feel jack's hand on my butt.

"i feel like i deserve a further explanation, but i'll stop asking questions if you want me to."

"thank you." i murmur.

"friends?"

ouch. did he just friend zone me.

"friends." i sigh, before hanging up.

i just had the sweetest boy and let him slip right through my fingers. what if jack and i don't end up working out in the future and i'm just setting myself up for something bad.

"what does that mean now?" jack murmurs onto my skin.

"it means that i think we should try and us and see where it goes." i bravely reply. "i trust you."

though, to me, this is very quick and we've only started talking three weeks ago, but it feels like we've known each other for so much longer because of last night. i wish it didn't end.

he lifts his head up to look at me and he smiles, puckering his lips. i rub my eyes, playfully ignoring him, but i feel his lips against mine. maybe being with him won't be so bad. it'll make class much more tolerable.

"i'm using your toothbrush." jack tells me, lifting himself off of the bed.

"disgusting." i say to him and he looks back to me.

my eyes divert to his abdomen. he's perfect.

"how? i've french kissed you." he smirks.

"stop, fine, fine. use my toothbrush." i shoo him off, but then realize that i need to get up and brush my teeth too.

thankfully, i keep two. one by the sink and one in the shower. as he uses the one by the sink, i grab the shower one and hip bump him, making him move over.

"scoot." i demand and he does.

i turn the sink on, wetting my toothbrush and then put toothpaste on it. jack smiles at me through the mirror as the foam expands in his mouth due to the brushing. not even a whole day and we're acting like a typical couple.

i rinse my mouth right after he does and then walk out of the bathroom. his hand collides with my butt, making me tippy toe for a split second. i look back at him and he's still smiling at me.

"want to make pancakes?" i ask him and he nods his head.

"do you have the boxed kind?" he questions.

"nope, we have to make it from scratch."

his eyes widen, "i hope you know that i can't cook, but i wouldn't be surprised if you didn't. you never listen in my class." he teases.

i proceed with taking out flour, milk, eggs, baking soda and everything else you need to pancakes.

"have you made pancakes from scratch before?" jack speaks up from beside me.

i shrug, "once when i was fifteen."

"don't you think it would be easier to just go to ihop?"

i smile up at him, "i want you to experience this." i say.

he quickly pecks my lips and cracks some eggs into a bowl after i tell him too. i laugh at him trying to crack an egg open.

"i got some shell in it." he pouts.

"scoop it out." i tell him and he has his finger in the bowl.

"i'm trying to, but it keeps running away from me." he complains.

i measure out some flour and pour that into a bigger bowl, along with the other dry ingredients.

"what's that over there?" jack asks me and i turn to look at what he's pointing at.

"what's what?" i furrow my eyebrows, turning back to him.

when i do, i'm engulfed with the white flour powder. i cough, due to the dryness in my nose.

"jack! what the hell!" i screech, whining while wiping it off of my face.

"oh shit." he says alarmed. "i'm sorry."

he helps me wipe it off of my face and then smiles at me pouting. the flour is still all over me. he kisses my forehead and then pulls away. the flour sticks to his lips, making me laugh.

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