Reputation: Jolinsky

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Jack smiles his perfect smile at Andrea and she laughs and shakes her head at him.

Jack walks over to Andrea who's searching around in her locker.

He leans against the locker next to hers and looks effortlessly perfect.

She doesn't look at him. "What do you want this time, Gilinsky."

"Ouch, not even on a first name basis anymore." He smirks cheekily.

"Shut up." She laughs at him and closes her locker.

"What you doing later?" He runs a hand through his hair.

She starts to walk away, he pushes himself off the locker and walks next to her.

"Nothing with you, that's for sure." Andrea winked and continued walking towards English.

"Playing hard to get, are we?" He smirked.

Andrea stopped walking and stood in front of Jack. "The only thing that's hard around here, is your dick." She walked away, leaving Jack standing there. His mouth agape.

He liked her. A lot. She was sarcastic, snappy, sexy, flirty, she was just everything Jack wanted.

Jack laughed and turned around and started walking towards P.E.

-

"Nash! Pass me the ball!" Jack yells and runs towards the hoop.

Jack jumps up and catches the ball mid-air, and smashes it into the hoop.

Their teammates cheer and clap Jack on the back.

"Jack, you need to let other people get involved." Their teacher benched Jack.

-

"Everyone go hit the showers!" Their teacher yelled and Jack got up to leave.

"Gilinsky, where you going?" They asked him.

"Showers." He said as if it were obvious. Which it was.

"Why? You didn't do anything." He looked at him as if he were crazy.

"Fine I'll just go get changed." Jack rolls his eyes.

"No, take a damn shower." The coach shouted.

Jack groaned and ran towards the showers.

-

"Jack, what have you got now?" Nash smiled at Jack and ran a hand through his damp hair.

"History." Jack laughed and tried to towel-dry his hair.

Jack and Nash quickly finished getting ready and began walking down to class.

"Jack?" Nash stopped walking and leant into the lockers next to them.

"What?" Jack turned around to face him.

"Who was that yesterday? Was it a friend? Relati-" Jack cut him off by slamming him into the lockers.

"Don't even finish that sentence. He will never be a relative of mine. He means shit to me. He's never been a part in my family and he never will be."

Jack let go of Nash and continued walking down to history.

Nash called out to him. "Dude! I'm sorry, I didn't realised you'd go ape shit if I mentioned it again!" Jack sighed and rolled his eyes.

Jack turned into his history class and took his regular seat three rows from the back.

He saw Jack Johnson walk in and he remembered his phone. He placed it on the desk behind him before Jack sat down.

"Did I really leave this here?" Jack heard JJ mutter to himself.

He didn't want to interject, he let him believe he did.

"Right, class." Their teacher walks into the room and scans the class.

"Gilinsky, up." He makes a rising motion with his hand and Jack walks to his desk.

"Principal's office. Go." He opened the door for Jack to exit.

'What the fuck have I done now?' Jack thought to himself as he walked slowly down the hall.

Jack opened the door to the principles office and sat down in a leather chair.

"Jack! I believe a relative of yours has come to see you as it regards a family crisis and you must be released from school just now." The principle smiled and escorted Jack out of his office and towards the front entrance.

There stood a man that Jack would never class as a relative. Jack stopped walking and said abruptly "I don't know who he is."'

"Now, Jack. It's me, your uncle." The man walked towards Jack with open arms.

Jack pushed his chest firmly. "You are not my uncle." He said, trying to keep his temper.

"Jack. Let's go." He grabbed Jack's arm and tries to pull him towards the door.

Jack snapped and slammed the man into the walk. "Don't you ever lay your hands on me." Jack growled tightening his grips upon the collar of his suit jacket

"We have never been related and we never will be. Understand?" Jack growls harsher this time.

Jack lets go with one last shove into the wall. Jack turns and walks slowly towards the lockers, takes two small steps then stops. He snaps around and smashes his tightly balled fist into the man's nose, causing him to yelp out in pain.

"Ah, fuck!" He yelled clutching his nose and sliding down the wall.

"What the fuck was that for!" He yells at Jack.

Jack walks over and kicks him in the side then walks out of the school.

He jumps in his car and begins his drive home with the radio on full volume.

Jack can't stop thinking about what had just happened. He wants to get as far away from that man as possible.

Jack pulls into his driveway and jumps out the car pulling his bag with him.

He slumps inside and locks the door before leaning against it and sliding his back down the door. Jack unfolds into a mess of sobs. He covers his face with his hands and continuously runs his hands through his now wild hair.

Jack got up after a few minutes and regained himself. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of apple juice.

He sat on the kitchen counter scrolling through twitter and drinking apple juice. Something snapped him out of his small trance. Something loud.

He heard it once, then he heard it again.

He realised it was a sharp knock at the door.