Jack Gilinsky Rebel 2 // A Magcon Fanfic

Chapter 30

That Friday, September 8th, I'm awoken by a text, at 2pm. Damn I'm a late sleeper, but the text was weird.

Party tonight!
from Unknown Caller

Strange. Who'd want to invite me to a party? I have no friends literally. No girl friends at all since I've been here. I rub my eyes, and sit up on my soft mattress, and look over at the other side. The one pillow is untouched, and there's a crumpled T Shirt on the comforter. I turn back to my phone.

Who is this?

I start by saying, and don't bother to wait for a reply. I get up, and walk towards the kitchen once again in my lone apartment, rat infested, apartment. I tuck my phone in my waistband, because my shorts don't have pockets and almost instantly feel the buzz of a text. It can wait.

I scrounge for food, and end up with a shallow bowl of Fruity Pebbles, sit down on the island stool, and pull out my phone.

It's Nash, this is Sam Burns right?
from Unknown Caller

Ohh. I guess I don't have every one of their numbers.

Yeah, sorry. Party?

I question, and continue shoving in cereal. My right fist still hurts from Shawn's jaw, but it's faint. I honestly don't know why I asked about the party, it's obvious I'm not going to go. One, I'd have to go alone. Two, every single party I go to, something awful happens. Too risky. I add Nash's number in as I get a new text.

Birthday party for Cameron. I was sending out invites and Cam asked me to ask you. Are you down?
from Nash Grier

I sigh, and scoop the last little bit into my mouth, then analyze. Cameron's birthday is tomorrow? What fucking day is it, the 8th? Must be.

Uh, probably not. I got work...

I lie. I work Monday-Thursday. I've actually been working like shit this week, but have been making good money. Though, every time I go to that place, it reminds me of Shawn, and I fucking hate it. Nick's been nice, a lot nicer, lately and I think it's because he knows Jack is gone. He's never really liked Jack anyways, even though Jack is like the second biggest music person I know...

Sam, it'll be hella chill. Not even very many people, Cam doesn't want trouble.
from Nash Grier

I honestly would feel so bad missing my cousins birthday party, but as I said, I hate parties. Like there's always that one creep, that one slut, and the one who gets too drunk and wants to fight. As long as they have liquor, you know, I guess I'll be fine. Jack isn't in my life anymore, I don't need him to babysit me at a party.

Where is it?

Jack's POV

September 8th, Friday. I've known Cam for years, and know today is his birthday. He's turning what? 22? 23? Damn, it seems like we were all 18 yesterday. Fuck, today's not only his birthday but today's the day I smoke tons of weed with Mike. I feel kinda bad for not going to the party, if there is one, like of course I'm not going. Not yet.

I sit on Mike's run down, torn apart couch, watching TV on this giant box. But hey, I'm not complaining. I sit back as Mike walks in the door that is only feet away from the couch. Imagine a studio apartment, then add a couple rooms, then picture it in the most ghetto part of town you know. That's where Mike lives. Then again, not complaining.

We make eye contact, his eyebrows raise, "bro, look what I've got!" he exclaims. Shit, this is always something stupid as fuck.