Too Different J.G

Three

*Jordan's pov*

I crawled out from my bed hearing someone shouting. I made my way down the stairs and into the living room. "How could you just pick up and leave us here for months?!" Jack shouted at my mother. Jack has always been closer to our mom than I have. I was closer to my dad.

Unlike Jack and I, my mother has light brown hair and green eyes. We got our looks from our dad, which I'm glad for. She's so selfish. "Jack, honey. This is a huge opportunity for me. I have to take it." She pleaded with him. I sat on the couch and enjoyed the show.

I loved when my mother was away. One less person to cook for and I don't have to wash her filth clothes. I know I sound pretty mean, but I'm really not. It's just that my mom isn't like most moms. She doesn't do squat in this house. I bet if you asked her the address she wouldn't know.

She pays attention to everything else except us. That made me grow a strong hate towards her. She's never been there for us. At least I won't have to deal with her for a few months. As time went by, I began to care less about her not being home and just endured it. My brother on the hand, never handles this well.

Although it's been happening since we were little, he takes it more difficult than myself. I honestly doesn't give a monkey's ass about her. If she wants to leave, so be it. I won't miss her. Jack will but he'll be fine. This isn't the first time this is happening. I half expected him to be accustomed to this by now.

"You don't have to! You chose to." He yelled as tears rolled down his freckled cheeks. One thing I hated more than my mom was when my brother cried. It made my heart ache. "You're such a bitch." He said and ran off to his room. My mom stared after him, debating on whether she should follow him or not.

She was about to walk away but I stopped her. "Don't. Leave him alone." I said with a cold tone. "I hope you're happy mom. You finally broke my brother." I spat and ran after him. If it's one thing I know, is that she'd never in a million years chase after me.

I knocked softly on Jack's door before entering. He sat on his bed, hugging his knees up to his chest. "I'm so sorry." I whispered and slowly walked over to him. I sat beside him and pulled him to me. He cried into my shirt, but I just held him. "You were right Jay. She doesn't give a twat about us." Jack said softly.

I didn't speak but held my twin closely. I ran my manicured nails through his soft blonde hair that matched mine. Although I love being right, being right about someone hurting my brother isn't one of my favorite moments.

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I woke up in Jack's arms wrapped around my body. His soft snores filled the empty room. I knew we had been asleep for a long time since it was no longer dark and the summer sun shone through the curtains.

I gently removed Jack's arms off me and sat up. I stretched out and stood up, leaving the room. I walked down the hallway to my bedroom that wasn't too far from Jack's. I entered my once vacant room and searched for my phone. When I successfully found it, I check the time.

10:36 am. I noticed I also had a text message from an unknown number.

Unknown: hey Jay.

Only my friends called me Jay, so it had to be one of them. But I have all of their numbers so I don't know who this could possibly be... Gilinsky. It has to be him. He's the only one I've never spoken to as much as the others. If I'm being completely honest, I've had a crush on Gilinsky since 8 grade. But he never took an interest in me so I gave up.

Me: who is this?

Unknown: Gilinsky. I got your number from Jack.

I knew it! But why did Jack Gilinsky want my number. He's never tried to contact me before. What is going on with him?

Me: okay. Can I help you?

Jack: I just wanted to chat with you Jay. Quit pretending that I'm some stranger.

Me: what do you expect from me? This is the first time we're having a conversation.

Jack: I'm really sorry.

Me: why?

Jack: can we just hang out?

I stare at the phone screen for a couple seconds. He wants to hang out? With me?

Me: since when do you want to hang out with me?

Jack: for a while. Please Jay. It'll be fun?

Me: fine but if this is a prank, you'll pay.

Jack: I promise it's not. I'll pick you up in ten.

Me: okay. See ya.

With that, I lock my phone. I'm going to hangout with Jack Gilinsky. That's a first. Honestly, I have no idea what he's up to but I'm going to find out. I will not have myself made out to be a joke.

I stripped from my clothes and took a quick shower. When I'm finished, I dress in white jeans shorts and a black crop top, exposing my stomach. I brushed down my hair and slipped on a black and white snapback. I slid my feet into my white hightop sneakers and brushed my teeth.

I'm not one to cake up my face so I just add some mascara and lip gloss. I grab my phone just as I hear a hooter outside. I dashed out of the house towards him. He was wearing khaki shorts and a muscle tee. He matched my look with a snapback placed over his wild hair and black vans on his feet. He was something else.

He leaned casually against his black Range Rover, a smile spreading across his face. "Hey. You look great." He grinned and opened my door for me. Gentleman. I didn't know how to react. I'm not use to being complimented.

"You as well." I replied as he shut my door and got in. "Where are we going?!" I ask curiously. "You'll see shortly." He smirked and drove off.