jack and jack imagines.

brown leather book/gilinsky

"Great,"
I mumbled to myself as I stood in the corner of the room,
realizing I was the only girl in the room.
"Just great."
I sighed,
my eyes trailing down to my phone.
Coming here had been a huge mistake,
and my ride was no where to be found.
"Yo! You must be y/n,"
The boy with the dark hair spoke,
his bright smiling nearly blinding.
I gave a small nod in response,
turning my attention back to the phone that was currently loading my feed.
"I-uh- I'm Jack."
He continued,
his hands shoving into his front pocket.
I clicked the phone off,
placing it in my back pocket.
"y/n. Which...You already knew."
I laughed lightly as he began rocking on his feet,
looking rather shy.
"You're cute."
I admitted,
watching his polite smile turn into a flushed smile while his cheeks turned a dark shade of crimson. "Right back at you."
"Thank you."
The silence suspended above us for a second longer,
until I decided to turn on my feet and leave.
"You-you're leaving?"
"Yeah. It's...awkward being the only girl here,"
I admitted with a shrug.
"Come on. I'll take you."
"You sure? I don't wanna...impose on your partying."
He waved a hand through the air,
dismissing my worries.
"Trust, I'm more than happy to leave. Do you mind driving, though? I've had some drinks."
He laughed,
handing me the keys.
"Yeah. No problem."
***
"Yeah. It was a wild time in my life,"
He admitted with a wry chuckle,
shaking his head as he continued to eat his McFlurry.
I felt his foot push mine jokingly,
making me grin.
My foot pushed his back,
and there our playful foot fight began.
Our laughs reverberated off the walls of the all too quiet McDonalds.
I covered my mouth in an attempt to hush my laugh,
but it was no use.
Being with Jack was something I had never felt with anyone.
It was light and easy,
no sense of falseness in his tone.
I felt trapped in a cliche,
but yet I welcomed it so eagerly.
G and I clicked quicker than I ever expected we would.

Our laughs died as we climbed into his car,
though our smiles were still bright.
"This was fun. Sad it has to come to an end."
I smiled as I leaned against the seat of his car.
"Well who says it has to end now?"
He asked,
the boys smile growing as he leaned in towards me.
My breathing hitched in my throat as his lips ghosted mine,
and his shining eyes gleamed despite the dark.
My body went numb at the tenderness of his lips.
He pulled back rather quickly and stared at me with a gaping expression,
I couldn't help but feel as though I hurt him.
"Did-did I do something?"
He shook his head,
"No. Not at all."
His thumb caressed the skin against my cheek,
and his smile was soft and tender.
It looked as though something new clicked in the boy,
and I could only hope he liked me just as much as I liked him.
The night soon became the night I lost my virginity to Jack Gilinsky.
***
"Hey,"
I greeted as G's arm wrapped me,
placing the cup to his lips before he spoke.
"Hey love."
He planted a small kiss to the top of my head.
The small beach bonfire soon began to rise to a huge party,
and I soon lost my boyfriend in the crowd.
I sat back and began to think about the three weeks I had been with Jack as an official couple.
I smiled to myself,
but it soon fell once I looked behind me.
"Shit,"
I cursed,
eyeing G and his football friends gathered around the fire.
I turned away to avoid their gaze,
but found myself intrigued by their conversation.
"Alright G. I'll hand it to you, man. I didn't think you could bag y/n."
The buff boy laughed,
handing G a brown leathered book.
"Go ahead 96. Write her name down."
They all cheered.
I grew confused.
why would he need to write my name down?
I soon turned on my feet as they made themselves scarce throughout the party,
and made way to where the book laid.
I looked and turned the ink filled pages,
my heart sinking.
"No,"
I cried lightly,
reading the names beneath the "stolen virginity" column.
I turned the pages again,
eyeing my name beneath G's.
"y/n y/l."
Along with plenty of other girls.
I looked around in disbelief,
the tears brimming my eyes.
I was only a game to G,
and so were these other girls.
I threw the book down and stormed off,
kicking the sand from beneath my feet.
"Hey! Hey!"
G called out,
grabbing my wrist to spin me around and face him.
But I couldn't.
I couldn't bare to look in those same eyes that I stared into the night of our bodies becoming one.
And all it had been to him was a game.
He took notice of my tear stained cheeks and knitted his eyebrows,
"Who hurt you? Tell me and I'll break their neck,
y/n."
I swallowed the knot that swelled in my throat.
"Don't worry about it. You-you got what you wanted out of me."
"Oh...y/n, no."
I ripped my hand from his grip and continued my walk to my car,
but as soon as I reached to open it,
G shut it closed.
I turned to face him and choked back a sob as he placed his hands to either side of me,
locking me in place.
"Listen,"
He breathed out with darkened and regretful eyes.
"It's fucked, I know. But, y/n, I can assure you I didn't do anything with those girls in that book. Just-just you."
"You're a liar!"
He hung his head low and shook it,
though I wasn't sure is he was feigning this hurt to gain my remorse or he was...genuinely hurt.
"I know."
I let the tear slide from out the corner of my eye.
He cupped my cheek and wiped the stray tear away with the pad of his thumb,
"I'm sorry. You have to know that."
Against my better judgment,
I leaned the weight of my head into his palm.
"How could you?"
I whispered through a croaky voice.
"You're the only one. And the only one I'll ever want to be with."
"You're lying."
"I'm not. I lied to save face and get my name in the book. But I swear, I didn't lay a hand on those girls...y/n Please."
"So, what? I was just your first victim?"
His hands began to clench into fists from frustration.
He laid his forehead to mine and allowed our lips to brush,
leaving me to try and avoid the chills that shot down my spine.
"No...Y/n. you're the only person I've ever wanted."
I knew myself enough to know I'd never be able to keep away from Jack,
no matter how hard I tried.
"Get in. Get in and tell me everything. The truth."
***
I laid in the bed with a spinning head,
trying to decide what to do.
Jack had been there to cater to my every need since we began dating that night.
He was a good guy,
I imagined.
But this whole situation caused an upturn in my
stomach and made me question every waking moment with him.
Our vulnerable moments in bed;
our pointless inside jokes;
our tender kisses.
Everything seemed so faked,
yet it seemed impossible that one teenage boy could fake that passion.
I climbed to my feet hastily,
fumbling with my keys and making way to G's.

I knocked and gasped quietly as he opened the door.
His eyes were brimmed with red and dark from the lack of sleep.
He looked miserable.
But I cleared my throat and gathered my composure,
"Hi."
"Hey,"
He returned with a sad smile.
"Remember when you said that didn't brown leathered book didn't mean anything to you?"
He only nodded.
So I continued,
"Tear it."
"And if I tear it, you'll forgive me?"
"Mhm."
He chuckled and lowered his head.
"Good. I already burned it."
I couldn't help but giggle.
"You did?"
"Yeah...Right after our talk last night."
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close,
hugging him tightly.
He breathed out in relief against my neck,
making the hair on my body stand.
The brown leathered book was gone.
G and I were finally  happy.