Bullied ~A Jack Gilinsky Fanfiction~ DISCONTINUED

Chapter 11

I miss this book so much !!! So, here's an update, hope you enjoy.

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I walk into school, Sammy guiding me down the main hallway. I see some people standing around, whispering and pointing at me. "Samuel. What's going on?" I asked. "okay. Follow the petals, got it?" He said, walking behind me, pulling his phone out. I followed the pink petals down the hallway for quite sometime. I then turned a corner, where Johnson and Jake stood. They were both holding a bouquet of yellow roses, my favorite. They handed them to me, smiling. "Thanks," I giggled, blushing. They moved out of the way, showing jack standing there, holding a box of pizza. I smiled, walking up to him. "Maggie, Will you go to prom with me?" He said, opening the pizza box. On the lid it said I know you want a pizza-dis at prom ❤. I took in a deep breath. "Of course I do Jack," I smiled, walking up to him and hugging him. "Thank God you said yes," he smiled, kissing my cheek. People clapped and cheered for us.
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I sat down at the lunch table, my tray clanging as it hit the table. I sat down, sighing. Jack came, sitting beside me. "Jake and the rest of the crew bailed on the rest of the day," he said, intertwining our fingers. With my other hand, I picked up my salad, opening the ranch with my teeth. I shook it up in the cup, then dug in. "Why'd they ditch?" I asked, looking at him, my lettuce crunching against my molars. "Um, something about going prom shopping," he sighed. "What color do you want your tie to be?" I smiled, looking at him. "Baby, whatever dress you pick, and whatever color it is, I'll match it off of that. I don't care. The only color I won't wear is pink," he shuddered at the word pink. I giggled, kissing his cheek. "You wanna go prom shopping with me?" I asked, taking another bite of my salad. "No. I can't handle a whole bunch of girls in one store gushing over dresses," He said, smiling. I smiled, eating my salad.
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I walked into the house, setting my keys down on the table. "Dad! I've got good news!" I hollered. "What is it pumpkin?" He yelled back. "Jack asked me to prom today!" I screamed. He walked down the stairs, a smile wide on his face. "Good for you," he said, pulling me into a hug. "It was with a pizza," I giggled. "A pizza?" He asked, pulling away from the hug, holding me at arms length. "Yeah. When he opened the lid it said 'I know you wanna pizza-dis at prom' " I laughed. He chuckled, patting my back. I walked into my room, my stomach starting to hurt. I frowned, grabbing a pair of underwear and a tampon just in case. I ran to the bathroom, immediately pulling down my pants and sitting on the toilet. "Fuck," I whispered, looking into my underpants. It wasn't bad, but these were my favorite underwear. I slipped them off, cleaning up and finishing the job. I turned on the bath, and pulled up the nozzle. I let it heat up before hopping in. I scrubbed my body, shaving my legs. I washed my hair, groaning at the knots. I rinsed myself off, and my hair. I shut the water off, hopping out of the shower, wrapping a black towel around my body.

My phone rang, I looked at the caller ID. 'Quack Jack' I smiled, picking up. "Hey baby. I've got pans for us tomorrow after school," he said. I could tell that he was smiling. "Oh really? And what does that plan consist of?" I smiled, trying to pry it from him. "I'm not telling. But your gonna be coming home with me," he said, hanging up.