mine - j.g

thirty;

gilinsky;

after talking with her, i established my feelings for isabelle and i knew what i had to do.

although marriage has never come up in conversation, i have to find out. and with this girl that i'm using, it'll be perfect.

"so, how'd it go?" johnson curiously asked as i sat down at the table.

"good. she's going to start the conversation with isabelle in the mall tomorrow, in whatever store isabelle goes in. i'm paying her a reasonable amount, so she better do her job." i say, continuing to eat my food, "where did she go, anyway?" signalling to isabelle not being at the table.

"she went to find you?" sammy looked at johnson for confirmation.

"yeah." johnson nods, "a few minutes after you left, actually."

"what? where is she now then?" i ask them, "fuck." i sigh when realizing i left my phone on the table when i went to talk to the stunt girl, "she has my phone, doesn't she?"

johnson nods, "she took it and her's. her bag should still be there."

i look over to my left, nodding at the sight of her bag.

"call her." i demand.

sammy nods, "i will." he dominantly states, dialling her number and putting his phone to his ear.

immediately, he sighs.

"what?" i scurry to ask him.

"voicemail." he locks his phone and just looks at me.

johnson stays silent, which isn't helping my situation at all. i can't have silence.

"where the fuck is she?" i mumble, thinking of any possible places she could've gone, "wait. try calling my phone."

sammy nods, doing as i say and putting his phone to his ear, "ringing." he informs me. his eyebrows suddenly furrow, looking at his phone, "she declined the call."

my mind began to race. why would she decline the call? for what reason?

"i just need to go home." i sigh, "i'll take a bus, see you back at the house."

> >

"jack?!" i hear johnson call when he enters.

"what?" i come out of the living room.

"uh, so.. your mom ended up calling us..." he stutters, "and uh.. she told us that, isabelle isn't here."

"what do you mean she's not here?" i ask him, angered by how much he's stalling.

"she.. she flew, or is flying, back to omaha." he says.

my mind stopped.

why would she fly back to omaha? and not even tell me?

"fuck!" i yell, my fist colliding with the nearby wall. the impact of the punch didn't phase me, nor did the throbbing pain and the thick, red blood dripping onto the floor.

"g, calm down. just take the next flight out and go to alexandra's. be real, that's probably where isabelle is headed." sam told me.

i nod, thinking of what to do. immediately i get an idea to call alex.

"hello?" alex's voice rings through my ears.

"alex? is isabelle there?" i ask, my voice translating my panic.

"no, she's on her way here, though. is everything okay, jack?" she asks.

"she just left." i try to explain, "my mom, she called johnson saying that isabelle is on her way back to omaha and i don't know why... i just want her back here with me."

"jack... she thought you were cheating."

"what!? why!? oh fuck..." i stop, knowing why, "i'm not.. i was speaking to a girl today, planning something for her. i hired a stunt girl to fake a random shopper at the mall, talk to isabelle and see how she feels about marriage. i wanted to seal the deal, alex."

"aw! jack!" alexandra yells, "fuck! get out here on the next possible flight!"

"on one condition." i say.

"what is it?" she replies.

"don't let isabelle make any dumb decisions." alex knew what i meant and replied with an 'okay'.

i hang up the phone, searching for the next flight out.

"it leaves in two hours." i say. i run upstairs to pack a bag, and quickly down a cup of water.

to omaha i go, to get my girl back, so she stays mine.