It's been one whole day and I can't even function right. We have a soccer game today and it's at home. Most of our school goes to our games since we've been undefeated since freshman year, and since it's our tournament game, there will be hundreds of people.
Jack and I haven't talked to each other in two days and I was already dying inside. I feel empty without him, as cliche as it sounds it's true. I literally can't even think straight without him crossing my mind.
I spoke to Madi after that night and she told me that we would have a whole day to ourselves today, she would of course go to my game to cheer me on or whatever.
We were sitting in my room now, deciding on what to wear as she was talking nonstop about this movie she insisted we go to.
Sometimes I can handle Madi, sometimes I just want to rip her head off so it would be literally impossible for her to speak. I still love her though.
"Oh, that's hot," she commented on my choice of black jeans and a black Blink 182 shirt. "Wear it."
"Was planning on it," I called, already on my way to my bathroom.
It was weird, but it was good for me. The time has flown by so fast I'm beginning to think I have whiplash.
Once I was fully dressed, I stepped out into an empty room. Sighing, I bent down to retrieve my penny board off of the ground next to my bed. Haven't rode this in a while, I thought as I twirled it around in my hand. I turned in around so I was looking at the bottom of it. J&J. Me and Jack's initials, if you couldn't tell.
No, stop thinking about him, and the way he held you a few nights ago, and how good his lips felt against yours when he kissed you over and over.
God dammit.
"Hurry up loser!" Madi's voice rung through my room, bringing me back to reality.
I've got to stop that.
"Coming!" I called back, worry laced in my voice as I nearly fell trying to walk towards my door. Okay, what the hell. I let out a frustrated sigh and ran my fingers through my hair once again before heading down the stairs.
My mom was at work and she took Cici with her for some reason. Apparently she's been getting into photography. So we were all by ourselves, and I didn't really understand why she didn't want to stay in and party (lay around watching Netflix whilst eating) and instead go out. But it was fairly nice out, in the seventies, so why not?
After locking the door to my house, I stepped out on the sidewalk and dropped my board, looking up as I heard a door shut. Out comes fuckboy McGhee.
Great. Just what I needed.
"Come on, we can go the other way if you want-"
"No. We're going this way," I asserted, keeping my eyes ahead of me as I pushed off the concrete, the wind picking up immediately. As I drifted past the brick house, I felt his eyes on the side of my head.
"Bab- Jasmine!" he corrected himself, but I only sped up and pretended that didn't nearly break my heart. Just by the tiny glimpse that I got of him I could tell that he wasn't getting any better. His eyes were duller with dark bags under them, and he looked like he hasn't fixed his hair since the last time I've seen him. It worried me and I began to think, was this my fault?
Jack's POV
I was doing terribly, and not only because I didn't have the best thing that has ever happened to me at the moment, but because John is expecting his money today. I've been stressing with my side job, trying to get the money as soon as possible.
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Best friends or more? (Jack Gilinsky fanfic)
Fiksi Penggemar"I made a huge mistake," he shook his head as he mumbled in his hands. "And what was that?" I asked shakily. "I fell in love with my best friend."
