Jack Gilinsky

The Ice Cube Game P. I

I was going to this party from Sam Wilkinson. Sam always had the best parties, didn't matter if they were big or small, they were always a success.

Just like tonight, there was a random huge party and of course I couldn't miss it.

Andrea and I entered his house as all eyes focused on us. I hated the attention but quickly after they continued doing their things.

We walked over to Sam and his little squad and greeted them. Sam was a good friend,  but his other friends were total dicks.

Especially Jack (fuckboy) Gilinsky who had been chasing me for the past couple of weeks.

I wouldn't really call it chasing, but rather 'getting my attention and making me have sex with him'. But chasing is a nice alternative.

Like, I found random flowers and letters sent to me. He keeps texting me sexual things, and all of a sudden sweet things. "Y/L/N, looking good as ever." Gilinsky winked at me.

I rolled my eyes at him and walked away to get a drink. "Hey, hey. Just trying to compliment a sexy girl." He lightly turned me around, facing him.

"Thanks but no."

"What? A compliment wrong these days?" He fixed his snapback.

"No, but a compliment from a fuckboy is pretty wrong these days." I smiled at him and got his drink out of his hand and left.

***

The night went pretty good, got a couple of drinks, danced, scared a couple of fuckboys away. I was very enjoying this.

Until fuckboy G returns and pulled me next to him on the couch. "Pass The Ice game thing." He whispered. A couple of other friends were sitting in a circle.

"What are we? Twelve? C'mon, y'all." I laughed. I eventually did the game with them, probably the booze taking decisions for me. This game was perfect for drunk fucks like us.

This guy across me started and put an ice cube in his mouth. He passed it over to the girl next to me, she to the dude next to her, bla bla. You know the drill.

Nate Maloley sat next to me, the cube got passed onto him. He leaned in and passed the ice cube to me. I tried to pull away to pass it onto G but Nate pulled me back to him.

The kiss got deeper and intenser. I heard yelling and cheering around me but I didn't pay any attention to any of them.

Eventually I dropped the ice cube and grabbed Nate's face to have more control over the kiss.

What the hell was I doing.

We kept going like this for a couple of seconds until someone pulled me back. Nate looked annoyed at the person but before I could say anything I got thrown over someone's shoulder.

I slapped the person, kicked, yelled, but I couldn't get out of her or his grip. Prolly his.

As we got to someone's bedroom he threw me on the bed. Was I going to get raped? "What the hell, Gilinsky!" I screamed as I saw his face.

He looked angry with a mixture of sadness. "What the fuck is your problem?" I supported myself on my elbows and looked at him.

"You have no idea, do you?" He asked while walking around in the room.

I got confused and furrowed my brows. "I've been fucking trying to get your God damn attention for ages now and you push me away every fucking time or you yell at me that I'm 'an idiot'! Didn't you get the flowers? Or even the fucking message?"

"You're a fuckboy." I replied calmly.

"Why do–"

"I don't do fuckboys." I interrupted him.

"Just let me fucking talk!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. He kneeled down in front of the bed and looked me straight in the eye.

He lowered his voice a little. "My image isn't the best. But I fell for you. I fell for you like a fucking idiot. I've been trying so hard to get your attention and you don't even appreciate it. Can you just do me a favor and at least–"

I interrupted him once again, but with a kiss. I grabbed his face and kissed him roughly.

Jack fiddled with his belt but I pulled back once I noticed that. "You seriously think I'm going to have sex with you now? You think I'm that easy?" I pushed him away and left.