Where Have You Been (A Jack Gilinsky Fanfic)

Accidents Happen

"Kate! Kate, wake up!" I open one of my eyes groggily, giving my six year old sister Lily a death stare. What time is it anyways? 12:30 pm... Why did they wake me up so early? Then I realized that she had a cupcake in her hands with a burning candle on the top. Why the hell did my mom let a 6 year old hold a freaking lit candle? That's basically like asking to burn my room down, which would end up very bad for my whole family, considering I'm pretty bitchy as it is. Wait, a cupcake with a candle... That means it's my birthday, my eighteenth to be exact. Which also means that I have less than two weeks left of senior year at that hell hole they call Bridgeview Prepatory School. My mind keeps going off on tangents as I slowly, and I emphasize the slowly, get out of my bed and listen to Lily and my mom serenade me with a very pitchy rendition of "Happy Birthday." We were never a musical family, and that's perfectly fine with me. I close my eyes and prepare to blow out my candle, first making a wish. I wish that this year would be different... And with that I blew out my candle. Lily then proceeds to just help herself to my birthday cupcake and walk with my mom downstairs, leaving me cupcake-less and half asleep. Fine Lily, it's okay I don't really like cupcakes. Go ahead, eat my damn cupcake. Geez, selfish children these days. I get back into my bed, and just as I'm on the brink of a blissful sleep, my damn phone has to ring. Of course. I don't need any sleep or anything. I roll over, and unlock my phone, revealing 20 texts from my best friends Amy and Lauren. They told me that they have tickets for all three of us to take a 3 day weekend and go to the very last Magcon ever being held. I remember when I first became a part of magcult, all of the sleepless nights trying to keep up with the boys' following sprees, endless injuries and of course indirect tweets, secretly wishing for them to be about me. I loved every boy equally, but I couldn't help to have Jack Gilinsky strike a certain spot in my heart. I remember how I thought his "eyebrow game was too strong." Those were the days, well years to be exact. After a while, I just became too busy to keep up with my fan account, I got a boyfriend and it was just a bit weird being obsessed with 9 boys and still being in a relationship. It's crazy that this weekend is going to be the very last Magcon weekend, ever. Wait. I'm going to the very last Magcon. That means I need to get my shit together and start packing. I texted my friends asking for the details, took a quick shower and then proceeded to pack everything that I own including a pair of furry handcuffs, because you just never know. Lauren and Amy arrived at my house around 3, and I guess my mom and Lily had left without saying bye, because there was 100 dollars sitting on the counter along with a note that said something along the lines of "have fun." Shrugging, I took the money, grabbed my luggage and prepared myself for the weekend ahead.

The convention center was in Largo, which was about an hour drive from our city, so we blasted the music and drove down the coast with the windows down. Whoever doesn't like summertime must be on crack because it's the best time, if you ask me. As we pulled into the hotel parking lot, I was completely dumbfounded at what I saw. There were hundreds to thousands, I kid you not, thousands of teenage girls swarming around the hotel entrance. Most of them were wearing skimpy outfits that I'm sure their mothers did not pick out. After contemplating on how we were going to break through the crowd, I just decided to plow right through. I think I threw a few elbows but I just really had to pee, and a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do. Let me tell you, I heard more than a few girls cuss me out but I let it go just this one time. I immediately rushed to the bathroom, dropping my luggage on the couches in the lobby. I was so focused on making it to the bathroom before I had a near explosion in my pants that I didn't even have time to look up before I collided with a solid object. Damn, did I just really run into a wall? Smooth Kate, real smooth. Now I'm lying on the floor looking like a complete fool. Except this floor moves, and smells like a mixture of pine and sex... Don't ask me how I know what that smells like. This floor also talked. I shook my head, opening my eyes, and my mouth at the same time. "Fuck." I looked at him, my eyes got wide, and I immediately covered my mouth with my hands. I was laying on top of Jack fucking Gilinsky. He smiled at me and then I realized I was still gazing into his eyes while laying on top of him in the middle of the hotel lobby floor. Oh the fans are going to have a field day on twitter over this. I immediately got up and before thinking twice, ran to the bathroom, noticing I had wet my pants a bit. Please God, please don't let Jack have seen that... And that is how my story begins.