Jack Gilinsky Rebel 2 // A Magcon Fanfic

Chapter 26

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I stare out the window the whole time until we park in Cam's spot, in front of his building. The car is silent after he shuts it off, before he comes to mind.

"Has he.. like talked to you at all?" I ask, turned away from him.

I hear him shift, "it's only been a few days, he wouldn't call or anything until later," he says.

I start to get down, he isn't coming back..

"But I can call later... if you want?" he suggests.

I sigh, "okay," I say as I open the door and start walking quickly to Cam's apartment.

I just breathe heavily and try not to think, then Nash, the tall, short haired (let's imagine), blue eyed boy only 18, opens the door. I smile, he's always been nice to be and keeps a smile on my face.

"Sammy! What's goin on?!" he says as I walk into the spacious apartment.

How does Cam afford this? I look around and see it pretty much empty.. besides Aaron playing Xbox on the couch. I see his head turn to me quickly, then his eyebrows go up.

"Sam!" he exclaims and pauses his game, walking to me.

I smile and hug around his neck, as he goes in. He always knows what to do, Aaron.

"Hi," I say quietly, and pull back with a smile.

We look at each other's eyes, "you hungry?" he asks.

"Oh.. yeah Cam said we'd get food but we never got around to it.."

"Oh! We got tons of food here! Want me to whip up some pizza?" he asks excitedly.

I chuckle "sure, A," I say and he strolls over to the kitchenette.

***
Midnight comes around quickly, since we pass the time by sitting, playing board games and having a couple drinks. Man, I love these boys.

I stand up, with Aaron, Nash, and Cam babbling about who won "Sorry". I grab a water bottle out of Cameron's very fancy fridge, take a gulp, nothing compared to the amount of vodka I've slammed into my system, then announce, "I am going to sleep," I say all seriously.

I make eye contact with Aaron, "come over here real quick," I say and start stumbling over to the guest room.

All my thoughts on Jack are completely gone now, all that's on my mind now is sleep. I hear Aaron following behind me, and I turn into the guest room.

It's pretty clean, big, besides Aaron's stuff on the floor. "Sorry about this," he says about the suitcases and clothes scattered.

"It's okay," I say, and plop into the bed and pull the covers over my legs.

He kicks a few things out of the way and sits on the edge of the bed, and looks at me with a smile. I can tell Aaron can handle alcohol well, even though he is only 18. Unlike me, I'm a lightweight and get stupid drunk after 2 drinks.

"What is it Sam?" he asks and puts his hand on my foot from on top of the comforter.

I lean back and think, "oh yeah," I laugh. "I was gonna ask if you've heard anything from Jack Gilinsky.." I say and smile. When I say his name it doesn't really trigger anything..

He raises his eyebrows, "no, not yet. Why?"

I shrug and rest my back on the headboard, "just wondering," I say.

There's a second of silence, Aaron just looks at me and smiles. "Are you gonna sleep in all these clothes?" he asks.

I'm still in my work clothes,  jeans and a long sleeve, covered with a flannel. I laugh at the thought.

"Haha, no... But I am tired, sorry I'm sleeping in your bed," I say and quickly take off my flannel, followed by my long sleeve.

Aaron attempts to look away, but can't help it, he isn't really phased. I reach under the covers and rip off my jeans so I'm left in my sports bra and underwear.

"Better," I say with a smile and nestle down onto the bed.

"Goodnight, Sam," he says and pats my legs.

He gets up and is at the door, turning off the light.

"Aaron," I say. 

He turns his head, "yeah?" he asks.

"Can you give me a hug?" I ask.

He softly smiles, "sure," he says and comes over. I try and lean up but can't really, so it's an  awkward, laying-down hug, but it makes me feel good. He kisses the top of my head and leans away.

"Sweet dreams," he says and leaves the room. I'm quickly asleep.

***

Light floods my eyes as I squint when I open them. Oh sweet, sweet morning. Well, technically afternoon, I check my phone and see the time is 12pm. I stretch and remember what happened last night. I smile, at the thought of us having all that fun.

I decide to get dressed into some high rise, cute ripped jeans and a loose black crop top with a white pocket. Good thing the weathers always nice, even in September. Is it already September.. damn.

I also throw my hair in a high pony, and don't bother to redo my makeup from last night. The smell of bacon reaches my nose just as I exit the guest room, and into the kitchen I go.

Cameron is standing at the frying pan, obviously cooking the bacon. Nash is sitting, tiredly, at the island waiting for the heavily anticipated bacon.

"Mmmm," I say as I walk, and take a seat next to Nash.

Cam has no shirt on, easily fresh out of bed, he looks back at me and smiles. "Sam... I've got some good news," he says with a smirk.

I raise my eyebrows and make my way to the fridge, "what?" I ask and grab a bottle of apple juice. I'm telling you, their fridge is loaded with everything!

"Uh, I heard from uh Jack," he says, making sure to stare at the bacon and not me.

I close the fridge slowly and lean on it, facing him cooking to the right of me. "Oh really? Is he.. okay?" I ask, trying to hide the raw emotion coming to me right now.

"Y-yeah, he said he's back in Omaha, but I think he was lying. I can always tell when Jack G's lying.. anyways he didn't really mention anything drastic, but he's okay. Said he'd be back soon, but for him, soon could mean months.. sorry girl," he says softly.

I stare at the floor and open my apple juice, trying to occupy myself with something to take off the glares from the two of them.

"Oh.. Where.. where do you think he is then?" I ask, taking gulps of juice after.

Cameron shrugs and places some bacon strips on a plate. "Maybe San Fran? He has some friends down there. Possibly Calibasas, that's where Shawn and Matthew live," he says.

I lick the tops of my teeth, pondering all of this. Why do I care where Jack is? He made it very clear he doesn't want to see me.. or at least I think he doesn't. Anyways, he left me, meaning we are over- done. He could be hooking up with a different girl every day now, for all I know.

"Well then.. Can I have some bacon?" I ask, playing everything off. I'm honestly not going to dwell on this, or at least not plan to, anymore. If Jack wants to be in my life, then he will. But that's not the case.