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Enojyy!! Maddison Beer is Maddison Rei. Fyi Jack Gilinsky and Maddison Beer are dating fr. And the Jack in this book, is portrayed by the real Jack Gilinsky. Btw, JACK GILINSKY IS SO HOTTTTT!!!!
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I went home feeling like shit. I am shit. I opened my creaky front door, and literally walked over to my vase and broke it to pieces. The sound of it shattering echoed in my mind, as it constantly reminded me of myself.

I headed towards my bathroom and took a long look at myself. My hazel eyes were full of depression, and my hair needed serious washing. I decided I needed a shower.

When I removed my clothes, I let the warm water soak me. Then the most unusual thing happened. My doorbell rang. Sure it may seem normal for some people, it rarely happens to me.

I didn't have enough time to lather on soap, so I just got out. Whoever was ringing the doorbell has no respect because they continuously pressed the damn button.

"I'm coming!" I grabbed my towel. I looked around for something to slide on. "It's Jack, hurry up before I leave!" You know what. I wrapped my towel around, and headed towards the door.

"Mr.Gilinsky!" I said with my fake smile. He didn't even ask if he can come into my apartment, as he just barged in. Big mistake. He slid on the broken glass, and hit his head on the wooden floor. I began to panic. Was he okay?

~~~~Jack's P.O.V

I looked around the nearly empty apartment. As I attempted to sit up, I felt a hard pounding on my head, that caused me to lay back again. "Jack?" 
I look up to see Maddison. Suddenly, everything started to kick in.

"Why the hell am I here?" She kneeled beside me. "Relax." I wasn't going to relax, I need to be at my next shoot. "If your worried about your shoot, I told them about your injury, and they said you can come back tomorrow."

Wow. She did all that to save me a shoot. Without me even asking. "Great." I wanted to say thank you, but every time I try to, it feels weird. I never use it a lot. So when the foreign feeling slides off my tongue, it always becomes a waste of my time.

So, I never say thank you, because I hate those words. But, reasons of my own, causes me to never say thank you.
For me anytime I use it, I regret it.
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Should I ask him? I mean I need another job, now. I guess it's the only option that I have. "Jack?" He was still sipping the tea I had given him a while ago.

"What?" I brushed off the rude tone that he used towards me and gathered the courage to ask him. "Jack, may I please work for you?" I looked down had my hands feeling embarrassed for asking that.

"I'm honestly fed up, Jack. The years I spent, and time I savored for my job, for them to not even know my name. I know we don't know each other like that, but I honestly need this. I have no inspiration, nor family. Please."

The room filled with an awkward silence.

"I'm sorry, that was weird, I shou-" He interrupted me. "Sure." I was utterly shock. Did the "Jack Gilinsky" accept my job request. "Really?" I immediately got up and ran around my living room because I really needed a job.

I saw a slight smile appear on his face. He smiled! It look so beautiful. As rude as he is, he had a beautiful smile, which showed a lot about his character. I wonder why he hides it all the time.

He laughed slightly at me doing my happy dance . "Oh yeah, I won't be broke, oh yeah, I'm stoked!" This time he really started laughing.

I like this side of him.

"Are you coming to the ball?" That was the dumbest freaking question ever. A chance to be around celebrities, clothes and shoes that hasn't even hit stores. Who would pass any opportunity like that up? "Of course!"

This has literally been the highlight of my entire life. I sat down on the floor, in front of the couch that I allowed Jack to rest on. I took a second to endure all of this. I mean, I can't believe this is real.

My parents would have been so proud. Just the thought of them causes me to frown. Wow, Maddie, this is probably the first thing you'll ever do that will actually make you proud of yourself. I let all my gruesome thoughts run through me just like blood.

One day it will stop, but until then, I will always have it.

As I think about my past, I can't help but cry. "Jack?" I silently cried while staring at him. "I am an only child. A child who once had a mother, father, and grandmother. They were all I really had." He gave me awkward side glances.

"Um, okay, that's not random at all?" I heard is slight sarcasm fade when he realized this was serious. I wiped my tear away. "Nevermind." I got up, and proceeded towards my bedroom, when I was suddenly stopped. I looked at my wrist, to see that Jack was gripping it.
"Just tell me, Maddison."

Why did he stop me? Why didn't he just let this topic go? And most of all, why does he care?

He held my wrist for an odd amount of time before he let it go. "Umm...I just..well." What the hell! Where did this stuttering thing come from? Was I nervous? Why would I even be nervous?

Duh Maddison! Jack is super hot! I ignore my truth spoken conscience, and told Jack what I had going on. "Well, I lost them all. My parents passed from a car accident. My grandmother passed of, suicide."

I felt a wave of pain, and agony hit me. "I feel like they died, for nothing! They have never witnessed me do anything important. They raised a nobody, Jack. I just wanted to say thank you. This opportunity will prove that I have to have something in me."

I held back any further tears, but my throat was still croaky and dry. I put my face into my hands. I felt ashamed. I look like a weakling, and I scolded myself for showing my vulnerability, and soft side.

"Your not nothing."

With that, I looked up from my hands, and he left.
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