JACK GILINSKY'S POV
"Someone go with her," I say as I put my head in my hands.
What was wrong with me? I had this perfect fucking girl, Ana, right in front of me. And I go and kiss the girl that's hoed around with everyone.
"I'll go," Nate says.
"N-not you," I say as my face heats. "You're not fucking going near her."
"Dude, I'm the only other one that really knows her."
"Johnson, go," I say.
I don't care how shitty Nate is with me, I don't trust him around her.
ANA'S POV
Johnson walks outside and waits with me.
"I'm going with you," he smiles.
"You don't have to," I say wiping my tears.
"But I am."
"Jack made you?"
"It's not like I didn't want to, but he didn't want you to be alone," he gives a weak smile. "Don't worry about him, Ana. He's stupid and he doesn't know what's good for him. He doesn't know what he wants."
"I'm taking a plane home," I tell him.
"W-no!" he says.
"You can't goooo," he begs.
"I want to go home."
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short chapter, sorry! I just wanted to update again because I literally forgot all about it.
btw, I have nothing against Madison Beer. Don't take it that way, please. It's just a story.
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wrong number ; j.g
FanfictionJack Gilinsky drunk texts his friend one night, except it's not his friend. It happens to be a girl named Ana, who doesn't believe him when he says he's Jack Gilinsky. Not just texting.
