Interracial Magcon Imagines

#2:You're in college together

A/N: Hey, I just wanted to let you guys know that I am not giving up on the You cheat and get pregnant series, I'm just starting number 2 today...that sounded weird, anyways, enjoy the story.

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Jack G: Your P.O.V.
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Hatred crawled through my body as tears fell from my stinging, red vain eyes. I threw my blue graduation hat on the floor, stomping my foot on it. I pushed my back against the wall, cursing heartbroken words underneath my breath. "I fucking hate you Jack Gilinsky."

_30 minutes ago_
I was walking up the rail, about gladly receive my scholarships, degree, and ribbons. It was finally the day I'd graduate from this hellhole. I was so happy, hoping nothing wouldn't ruin this perfect moment. But like usual, I was wrong. I stepped up to the podium, prepared to start my well written and memorized speech. As I was about to speak, I witnessed an evil smirk, plastered on the demon summoned from hell to ruin my life, Jack Gilinsky. I knew that he was planning something, or at least already had. I prayed to God that he wouldn't ruin this for me, well, apparently, God doesn't answer prayers right way.

"I would love to thank my wonderful teachers Mr. S-" "Boo!", as if in cue, Jack and his crew began booing me. I saw some people starting to laugh, but also some people trying to stop them. I tried to ignore them, but something stopped that. In an instance, blue paint poured all over my body, ruining my scholarships, my ribbons, everything I had worked so hard for. I looked back to the crowed that was filled with hundreds of students, family members, and even some little kids. Almost all were laughing their asses off, but mostly Jack. Some people began pulling out their cellphones, and that's when I knew I needed to go. I quickly ran out of the auditorium, finding myself in an alley. I broke down in sobs, knowing I'd never forget this day, but mostly, why I hate Jack Gilinsky.

_5 months later_

" Mom, I'm fine. Stanford's a great college, so far the people are nice, and-" "Y/n, I just wanna make sure you're gonna be okay.", I picked up one of my moving boxes, setting it on my bed, " Momma, I'm gonna be fine. I promise. ", my mother understood, soon hanging up the phone. I giggled, running my fingers through my hair, staring over all the boxes I needed to unpack before tomorrow, " Good God, where do I began?", as I was about to pick up a box, a sudden knock appeared on my dorm door. I curiously walked to the door, looking through the peephole before I unlocked it. A blonde haired, heavy makeup wearing girl about my age appeared at my door. She wore a pink tank top, blue daisy duke shorts, yellow heels, and her hair down her back. I stared at her for about a few minutes before she looked up from her cellphone, "Oh, are you Y/n?", she asked, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. " Um, yeah. Who are you?", I questioned, raising an eyebrow, she rolled her eyes, proceeding to twirl her hair, "I'm Stacy, your new roommate.", she said clearly, motioning her neck the whole time like an idiot. " Um...." "Sta-cy. Got it?", she snapped. I'd rather just call you random slut bitch who popped up at my door, I thought to myself. She pushed past me, not bothering to say excuse me. I was for sure about to lose it, " Damn, how much stuff did you bring?",I heard her mumble. I rolled my eyes, I was done, "Enough for me, barbie doll. Now, I'm leaving, I got stuff to do, Sta-cy. Don't touch my stuff, PS. Starbucks is around the block.", Stacy's draw looked as if it dropped to the floor, I rolled my eyes, grabbing my cellphone and keys, heading out of the dorm.