Jack Gilinsky

Welcome Back

Omaha.

I was back in my hometown for a while before going back to college in Washington. I hadn't come here in ages. Feeling the Nebraska air felt good actually. I felt like everything came back.

"Y/N! Wow, you look good!" Johnson said as he opened the door to Jack Gilinsky's house. I was wondering why the fuck boy himself didn't open the door.

Fun fact: the guy that teased me the most back in high school, invited me to his party. And I was still confused of why he invited me. I mean, I hadn't talked to him in years and suddenly he fucking invites me to his party?

Johnson and I hugged for a split second and I pulled back quickly. I smelled weed, cigarettes and booze. The smell was surprising at first, but I quickly got used to it.

Jack Johnson and Nate were still both good friends of mine, no idea what happened to Sam Wilkinson and Jack Gilinsky. Oh, Gilinsky was usually that teased me the most, but it was getting so ridiculous I just started calling it bullying.

What if he was here? God, who am I kidding? Of course he would be here. It's his God damn party. What if he would continue to bully me?Christ, Y/N, get over it. You're twenty-one and a grown up now. My mind was right and I shrugged the thought of Jack Gilinsky out of my head.

I saw a lot of my high school friends and we caught up, drank a little, all those kind of stuff. I had lots of fun and I still hadn't seen Jack G,luckily.

"Holy fuck! Y/N Y/L/N!" I heard. I looked around and saw the guy I didn't want to see.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. Gilinsky struggled to approach the couch I was sitting on. "Jesus Christ," he breathed out as he sat next to me. His eyes drifted down my body. "you grew up nicely." Jack smirked.

I gave him a weak smile and patted his shoulder. "Not so nerdy Y/N anymore, am I right?" He used to call me a 'nerd' the entire time for just getting good grades.

His face dropped, I guess he still knew how pissed off I was at him back in the day. "Yeah, about that..." He said while pointing at me. Jack was obviously shit-faced. "Sorry."

I nodded at him and drank my beer. "Nice party." I said breaking the silence.

"I missed you." He blurted out.

I furrowed my brows and looked at him. He gave me a strict and serious look. "Seriously, I wanted to- to contact you but I uh, didn't get your number or whatever.

And I-I think you're still angry, though." He rambled. His words were a little rushed, but I managed to understand it.

"No shit, Sherlock." I said sarcastically.

"I like you." My heart started racing, but instead of saying something cute, I said the perfect thing.

"And I like pizza."

"Y/N, seriously."

"I am being seriously." I said while giving him the famous resting bitch face. "You're bullshitting, Gilinsky." I calmly said.

"Look, I'm really, really sorry for calling you all these kind of names back in high school, but listen to that. High school." He repeated.

"I was fucked up. I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. I'm twenty now and I am perfectly aware of what I feel right now."

"You sure are, boozer." I sarcastically commented again.

"I'll tell you tomorrow the exact same thing, if you don't believe me, I will prove it to you. I'll call you whenever I'm sober again and I will tell you everything I just told you, okay?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "See you tomorrow, Gilinsky." I said while getting up and winking at him, making a perfect outro.