basic : j.g

12.

I laughed. "You? Love a girl?

He threw me a glare while crossing his arms. "What's wrong with that?"

I laughed even harder. This boy is hilarious. "Nothing wrong with that. It's just difficult to believe with your title in this city."

He frowned and I immediately felt bad. He had a sad look on his face which made him look like a kid who didn't get the toy he wanted for Christmas.

"I'm sorry I didn't me-"

He shook his head. "No, you don't have to apologize. It's true. I'm a man whore. Nothing new."

I bit the inside of my cheek. "You're sad."

Gilinsky laughed and nodded. "It takes a toll on you when everyone knows you as a sex crazed fuckboy. Especially when the girl you are falling for finds out about your reputation."

Wow. Gilinsky is finally opening up to me. Immediately, I could understand what he was saying. Everyone sees me as a basic white girl. Just another blonde who loves Starbucks and follows the stream. It's tragic really.

"Are you talking about Madison?" I questioned while sitting down and crossing my legs.

He nodded and stared at my white and black superstars.

"Who is she?"

Instantly, his white pearly teeth shined through his smile. His face was glowing and eyes shining.

My heart fluttered as I stared at his face.

Jack Finnegan Gilinsky is truly a beautiful person.

"She's perfect. She's unique and gorgeous. Madison is like the moon in a sky full of stars. She's different and special, God I can't even explain it. She has this spell that enchants everyone. Her smile, her eyes. God fucking damn, she's amazing." His eyes were glassy and he seemed deep in thought.

I smiled. How I wish someone would describe me with that much feeling. "Does she love you?"

He stayed silent and started to look uncomfortable.

"You don't have to answer." I assured him, not wanting to see him sad. It made my stomach feel queasy seeing him from super happy to super sad, plus his smile is gorgeous and his eyes ar-

Wait, what the fuck?

Nononono I can NOT be thinking of Gilinsky like this.

"Yes, she does." He took a deep breath and exhaled, "remember Maggie's party?"  I nodded, remembering the tight, bruising grip on my waist and alcohol induced breaths. "Well, the only reason I went was because Madison and I got into an argument."

I decided to push him and see if he would fully open up to me. "About what?"

He shook his head, with a sad smile on his handsome features. "She found out I slept with two different girls the other night. So she went over to a friends house and started hooking up with this guy, Michael - the one that was trying to take advantage of you."

I was shocked. So that's why he mentioned her name. Nodding my head, I signaled that I was listening, " I went over to her place to apologize and win her over, but when I saw her laying with that guy, I just couldn't think properly, I was pissed and hurt. I've never felt that way around a girl, so it was super weird. I ended up just leaving and waited until I cooled off. She called me, we met up and started arguing about our hook ups. Mads told me how she didn't want to be a one time thing and that we should just end whatever was going on between us cuz I was obviously not gonna a change my ways since everyone has told her that I'm a fuckboy who doesn't give a shit about any girls feelings."

He was opening up to me!! Finally! I really wanted to smile, but I pushed it down. Now, wasn't the a time for that.

"No offense or anything, but that's a little hypocritical of her to say since she hooked up with a guy."

He laughed, not his usually happy laugh, though. "Exactly and that's the worst part. She was drunk, heartbroken and didn't think straight. On the other hand, I was fully sober when I fucked those girls. I had the choice to back off and focus on one girl, but I just couldn't. I hate the feeling of being tied down and because of that, I lost the best thing that has happened to me. She hates me now because she thinks I just wanted sex. I can't even talk to her because she won't understand and just hate me even more."

Jack looked so incredibly sad. I could literally feel the sadness and confusion oozing from him and it hurt my heart just seeing him this sad.

One thing that I always admired from him and Johnson, was that they were so positive and carried such a happy energy. They were never sad, always finding the positive in everything and always comforting people.

And so without thinking, I stood up, walked to where he was sitting and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, deeply inhaling his cologne.

I felt him tense up, but slowly, he wrapped his muscular arms around my small waist and buried his head into my shoulder, his hair tickling my neck.

My cheeks turned red and I could feel my hands getting clammy as my stomach did flip flops and my heart sped up.
Oh my god.

Thirty seconds had passed and he was still holding onto me. But, to my disappointment he pulled away, his left arm still firmly on my waist.
He looked up.
Brown meeting blue

I wanted to faint right there at the spot, but I pulled myself together.

Our faces were centimeters away.

"Thank you for being my rock." He whispered softly, his eyes piercing mine.

And in that moment, I knew I was gone.