Jack Gilinsky

The Ice Cube Game P. III

(Y/N's POV)

Where the hell was I? What the fuck? Who's room is this? God, what- why am I feeling like shit?

I looked around me and it was probably a boys room. The mess. The clothes. The games. Wait, do I have my clothes on? Oh, I do. Thank God.

I got out of the bed and walked downstairs. I still do not know what happened last night.I walked to the kitchen and tried to look for Advil. My head was pounding like crazy.

Drawers? Nope. Other drawer? Hey Adv- kidding. How about the pantry? I opened the pantry but before I knew it plates were scattered all around the floor.

I covered my mouth, not making a noise and picked up the broken pieces... Oops? "Y/N? What are you doing?" I heard a voice behind me say. I turned around and saw a shirtless and sleepy Jack Gilinsky standing there.

"I-I'm so sorry. I was looking for Advil but I didn't know the pantry was uh, a little messy." I continued picking up the pieces and throwing them away. "God, I'm really really sorry."

"It's alright. How are you feeling? You passed out last night?" I what?!

"I-I passed out?" I asked him with widened eyes."Yeah. Why do you think you're here?"

"Oh, you helped me out?"

"You don't remember anything? At all?" I shook my head. I was a sucker for alcohol. "Well, let's start with me admitting I want you." What in the damn hell is happening?

"Y-You what?"

"I like you. A lot." He stepped closer as I held the pieces of glass. He grabbed for the glass and threw it away. "Don't want you to cut yourself." He friendly smiled. "Alright, sorry I- uh. Oh, yeah. The 'I like you' part."

He coughed. "Well, ever since I met you I fell for you. I know, I know, you must hate me for being a 'fuckboy' as you keep calling me that.

But I'm over that, really. Ever since I realized I wanted nobody but you, I stopped hooking up." He stepped closer.

I didn't trust him, at all. But what he did, and said, was really sweet of him.

Oh, now I get why he sent flowers...

"All I'm asking from you, is just one chance. One chance is all I need. If I fuck it up, then that's my fault."

"And what if you fuck it up? You leave me with a broken heart? Your solutions aren't the greatest."

"Listen, I-I'm not good at these things. So save me some slack, alright." He said slightly pissed off.

"Sorry." I quietly mumbled. There was an awkward silence.

"If you're ready to try, I'm always here. I totally understand if you need some time. But please think about it." He softly smiled.

"How can I know you won't fuck around with others?"

"One chance, Y/N. I promise, if I hurt you; I will leave you alone. I will never even try to contact you, ever again." He looked down at our feet. "No matter how fucking desperate I will be." Jack mumbled softly.

"What?"

"Uh, nothing." He quickly recovered. "Please, Y/N."

I sighed. What the hell am I suppose to do? Give in and go on a date with him? Or totally ignore him and run?

What about just testing him? Yeah, yes that's a good idea. "Fine." I said after a while.

His eyes brightened up and a smile grew on his face. "Really?!"

"Yeah." I softly smiled.

"God, I won't disappoint you, baby." He cupped me face and kissed me on my lips.

Guess this is worth a try after all.