Jack Gilinsky Rebel 2 // A Magcon Fanfic

Chapter 31

I lead Shawn down the hallway, to the bathroom which is currently occupied by a hurling chick. The door is open, and she's crouching over the toilet. We stand there, and I'm honestly not taking any shit.

I roll my head back, "get the fuck out!" I say getting louder.

She looks up, tears rolling down her face, but she's not sad. I assume she's done because she flushes the toilet, and slides past me and Shawn.

"Damn, Sam," he says watching her walk out.

I chuckle and march into the small bathroom, then turn and watch Shawn. He closes the door and leans on it, sipping on his drink. We make eye contact for a few seconds and I raise my eyebrows. We both laugh.

"What do you need, Sam?" he asks breaking a laugh.

I stop laughing and honestly can't remember what I was going to say.

"I fucking hate Jack," it just comes out without thinking...

Shawn's face goes blank, his eyebrows raise, but plays it off by sipping his drink. Maybe that was a bad and uncomfortable subject to bring up.

I sigh and bring my hand to my forehead, "fuck... I'm sorry. Shouldn't of said that..." I apologize and squint my eyes closed for a second.

He chuckles, fakely, "it's okay, I kinda hate him too," he agrees. He agrees. What the hell? 

I scoff and regain my conscious, but only for a moment before being completely drunk again.

"You do? Is it because you're agreeing with me? Because you don't have to, I was just saying I didn't mean to bring up the subject-"

"Sam!" Shawn cuts me off of my mumbling. He steps forward, only a foot in front of me. I glare up at his tall figure, we both have drinks in hand. "It's okay. I know you're probably wasted right now and you need to get home," he suggests, totally grabbing all my attention by glaring at me with those brown evil eyes. 

I breathe heavily, my heart beating too fast. I don't know why, either Shawn being so close, or all the mixed alcohol I've consumed. Don't throw up, don't throw up. A wave of nausea hits me as I lean in to what?! Kiss him?! Hell no!

A banging on the door happens as I raise on my tip toes.

"I gotta piss!" We hear a male voice yell. Finally, all the music and strobe lights come back into my focus. A party, were at a party. I'm not kissing Shawn Mendes.

"Okay dude!" Shawn turns his head back, yelling back.

The funny thing is that the whole seconds, Shawn never leaned in.

***
1:30am

It doesn't seem like that much time has passed, but it has. I sit on the long, curvy couch, next to a few chicks and guys. We chat over random things and a couple is making out right next to me. Whenever they lean on me I elbow the person nearest me, since they're all over each other.

My head is fuzzy from all the vodka and usually I'd be in a mood to sleep, but I'm more in a party mood. This is probably the only night I'll have fun without Jack. And what the fuck am I gonna do when he comes back? Does he expect me to apologize for the twentieth time? He's definitely not going to move back in, but it'd be helpful because rent is 400$ a month. The music store job really isn't helping.

"Sammy baby," I hear to my right and see Matt. I try and open my eyes enough to focus on his face, and notice he's smiling.