Different (Jack Gilinsky)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

We were up early today because we had wedding planning to do. I had almost completely forgotten about that. We have to find a cake, a dress, and so many other things.

I was dressed in light wash jeans, a plain white shirt and black and white converse. My hair was left naturally down in its annoying curls that were not cooperating today but I was ready to start planning.

My mom, Rose, and I made our way to the car and we were off.

First we had to find a venue which we did in a quick amount of time thanks to this really nice assistant that found exactly what we needed.

Dress shopping however, was not so easy.

I was sitting down next to Rose waiting for my mom to come out. She had tried on about 50 other dresses and I was already tired.

I began looking around and I saw a water fountain nearby. I decided I would go get a sip. "I'm gonna go get water, be right back." Rose nodded and waited patiently for both my mom and I.

I bent down to drink the water and it tasted disgusting. I looked out in disgust and noticed Jack walking down the street. He looked at me and I couldn't decipher what emotion was going through his face.

He then began walking towards the shop I was in and I began to run away. I hid behind a dress rack and I could see his feet having a hard time knowing where to go. I didn't want to confront him anytime soon. I've never been good at confrontations.

"Faith, I know you're in here," I heard him whisper but I didn't show myself.

I thought he was mad at me anyway. Why was he wanting to speak to me? If you're mad at someone you try your best not to talk to them and avoid them at all costs.

I tried sneaking past him but he saw me so I just ran and tried my best to hide behind a rack until I realized it was a dead end.

"You can't run now," he pointed out and I looked and it was true. I had no way of getting out of this. I had to confront him.

"What do you want?" I sighed in defeat and slumped on the floor.

"I want you to tell me why you reacted like that yesterday? You seemed more laid back than that. It was a joke..." He explained and I instantly rolled my eyes. I could've sworn I told him that, that wasn't the reason I was mad at him. Did he not remember? I'm certain his memory isn't that terrible.

"I told you," I began, "That wasn't why I was mad and I also told you that I didn't want to talk about it."

"But talking about things is the way problems get resolved."

"But what if I don't want to resolve my problems with you?"

"Why wouldn't you want to do that?"

"Because maybe you would like to make new problems with someone else. I don't know, maybe with a really pretty blonde girl." The sarcasm that dripped out of my mouth was like poison coming out of a venomous snake's mouth. It was meant to make an impact.

His eyes widened in realization.

Yeah, that's right. Asshole.

"Are you talking about the girl I was with at the beach yesterday?" He asked.

I nodded faintly and looked away. I didn't want him to think I was a jealous prick but I've been replaced so many times that anything anyone ever does makes me think they're against me. One of the reasons no one wants to stick around me. I appear to be so unbreakable but in reality I'm about as fragile as a flower. I take situations way out of proportion and no one wants to be around someone like that.

"She was my cousin."

Just then I felt the heat rise up to my cheeks in sheer embarrassment.

"But that's cute," he stated, "You got jealous."

"Don't feel too special. I overreact over any situation. That's part of the reasons I told you it was complicated that one day."

He nodded understanding, "Well if you let me, I want to find out all the reasons why."

I just stared at him in awe. No one has ever said that to me.

But why me? I'm not interesting at all and frankly I'm not as pretty as half the girls in this part of California. Why would he choose me? No one ever does.

"And by the way, I thought you looked incredibly sexy yesterday at the beach."

My cheeks flushed again and I shook my head, "Pervert."

"Only for you," he stated with a wink and I rolled my eyes, he was so cheesy. I got up off the floor since I had to keep helping my mom with finding a dress.

At least I was on good terms with Jack again. Although I'm not too sure if that's a good thing. I don't want to get attached. No, not again.

Not after what happened the first time.

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Sorry it's so short and I left it like that I just wanted to let you guys see that she wasn't on bad terms with Jack anymore haha. Thank you for the sweet comments and votes! You're too kind. And I'm almost at 1k reads. That's fricking insane! Thank you! (x