Jack Gilinsky

New Friends

Y'all, let's pretend Jack's in college here.

"So, Jack. Are you by car today?" I asked the boy who also attented the same class as I did.

I heard him chuckle through the phone. "Yeah, why?"

"I know a particular someone who doesn't want to bike to class today."

I had my own apartment that was twenty minutes away from uni, but I had to freaking bike to get there. Going with my car was a waste of fuel and I was way too damn lazy to walk.

"And who is that particular someone?"

"Me!" He laughed softly and sighed.

"I'll come pick you up. Send me your address and be ready in ten minutes."

"Thanks, Gilinsky!" I hung up the phone and got ready for class.

I didn't really know Jack Gilinsky personally. All I knew about him is that he sings, that he's handsome and a really nice guy. I talked to him so now and then, but no longer than maybe five minutes.

So I hope it didn't get awkward in the car.

***

"You live in a nice neighborhood." Jack said as we pulled out of the street.

"It's for students. So... frat parties every single night." I cringed.

"Never mind." I chuckled at him and bit my lip.

I need to stop doing that! It's honestly ruining my already dry ass lips.

The silence in the car was slowly getting more awkward even though the radio was on. "You don't listen to your own music in the car?" I asked him.

"I usually do, but I was too lazy."

"Too lazy or too awkward to play your own music in front of me?" He glanced over at me and I looked at him with an understanding smirk. "I do that too. When I drive with people I don't really know I don't play my own music."

"Because you'd think they wouldn't like it." He finished for me. I nodded in response. "We think alike." He smirked.

I chuckled again and a silence fell. Again. "Traffic. What else is fucking new?" Jack sighed as he stopped the car.

"Sunny weather in California." He glared at me and I smirked back at him. "So, tell me about yourself."

He looked at me like I was crazy. "What? If we're going to be stuck in traffic together, then at least make it a little interesting!"

Jack thought about it and nodded. "You're right," I smiled and he sighed. "I am a singer."

"I know." I said. "I paid attention to all those times when we had to introduce ourselves to each other in class."

"Sharp." He commented. "So yeah, I'm a singer."

The conversation was a little stiff. And a little awkward. But he warmed up as soon as he started talking about his career.

He was really serious about this whole thing, I could tell. Even though the car wasn't moving at all, I didn't mind spending a little more time with him in the car.

I would often look at the side of his face as he talked and I found myself focusing on the details of his face.

His chizzled cheeks. His bone structure. The eyebrows. His face structure changing when he laughs or smiles.

He seemed to be all kinds of perfect.

"What about you?"

"Hmm?"

He smiled at me. Wow. "Tell me about you."

"There's not much to tell." I shrugged as I sipped my coffee we got earlier.

"No way in hell a pretty girl has not much to tell." He said as he waved with his hand. He tends to talk a lot with his hands.

"Aw, did you just call me pretty?" I said cuddly. "You're striking my ego, handsome."

"Aw, did you just call me handsome?" He mocked me. I laughed and shook my head. "We're just awfully good looking people, aren't we?" Jack joked. "Seriously, though. Tell me all about you."

"Why?" I asked him.

He turned to look at me. But not only at me, but also at my eyes. His gaze made me fall still instantly. Like he was trying to... read me? "Because, I'm curious as to what's behind all of the pretty."

I smiled and bit my lip.

Damn it! I did it again!

So I told him about me. I told him about my hobby's, my cat and dog, my family. But mostly, my cat and dog. "And they get along well? Aren't cat and dog's enemies?"

I rolled my eyes, "Such a cliché! Let me tell you, my cat and dog get along way better than me and a diet."

"Must be a pretty good bond, then." He smirked. "Do you party?"

"Eh..." I said. "What do you think?" I turned to look at him.

We got out of the traffic and he focused his eyes on the road and let his hands chill on the wheel. "You seem like the type of girl that doesn't go clubbing a lot, but when you do, pray the Lord you make it to the next day."

I laughed at the accuracy. "You're good, Gilinsky." He smiled and I asked, "Do you go out a lot? I think you do. You seem like the type that has a new girl every weekend."

He clenched his jaw and I pursed my lips. "Not that you look like a fuck boy, really. I just meant that you... seem like... uh, oh Jesus never mind, you do look like a fuck boy."

He relaxed a little, but the tension didn't entirely leave. "I haven't had a one night stand in months." He told me. "Have you?"

After a little silence I said, "Three."

"You're more of a fuck boy than I am, hypocrite!" He shouted.

"You can't blame me! I'm a drunken mess!" I defended, even though it didn't help for shit. "And I can bet you'll hook up with more girls in the future than I will."

"You hook up with girls?" He glanced over at me with a sly stupid smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes for the thousandth time today. "You know what I mean."

"Oh, you roll both ways?"

I playfully slapped his arm, making him laugh. "No, I mean that you'll hook up with more girls than I will hook up with guys! And no I'm not bi!"

"Is that a bet I sense?" He narrowed his eyes the same time I did.

"Indeed." I confirmed. "Neither can hook up with anyone for one month. All you're allowed to use is pornhub.com, your hand and lotion, Gilinsky."

He deeply chuckled. "All you're allowed to use is pornhub.com and... well, fingers." He smirked.

"Or me." He whispered.

This will be the beginning to a great, great friendship.