instagram ♡ jack f gilinsky

thirty-one

claudia tihan.
"fans have been tweeting using the hashtag pray for jack which has now, gone viral worldwide. gilinsky's apparent girlfriend, claudia, has yet to speak upon gilinsky's acci-"

i shut off the television and just stared at the black screen. what am i supposed to say? because of me, jack is in critical condition.

if i would've known our relationship would get this out of hand, jack would've been fine. but, can you blame me?

i knew it. i knew it was too good to be true. yet, i still fell for it.

my phone began to buzz and i reached for it reading the notifications.

instagram
[@claudiatihan] leandradelgal: how you holdin' up boo?

[@claudiatihan] michaelawatson: have you seen the news?

[@claudiatihan] madisonbeer: do you want to talk about it?

[@claudiatihan] jackjohnson: you should come see him. he's been asking for you. he needs you here. forget the news right now, just be here for him. . . for me, please.

i leaned back onto the couch and closed my eyes. i had no choice. the least i could do is visit and hear him out.

i made my way over to my closet and i picked out something to wear. i tied my hair into a ponytail and made my way to the hospital.

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"hi, i'm here to see jack finnegan gilinsky," i breathed, looking at the nurse who stood behind the check-in desk.

"he's in trauma which is the third floor. fifth room to your right. girlfriend, i suppose?" she smiled.

"it's complicated," i frowned.

"oh, okay. he's going to be fine. but if it doesn't, don't be afraid to let go." she sighed.

i nodded my head and made my way to the elevator. the doors open and there i stood. on my way to meet the guy i met almost six month ago. the guy i thought loved me.

the elevator dinged and i stood in front of jacks room. it was empty. just jack in bed. no visitors. johnson must've been in the lobby getting a coffee.

i sat next to him and grabbed his hand. i wasn't sure if i wanted to speak but, i decided it would be good if i did.

"i know we're not on the greatest terms right now. i don't even know why i'm here. just know, i loved you. i really thought you were the one. but then again, i don't know who the one is supposed to be or look like. i won't be visiting that often. i'm sorry. i can't just sit here and tell you i love you when really, i'm hurt. goodbye."

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jack gilinsky.
it's like i was stuck. as i was being forced into the light. i could hear claudia but i couldn't respond. i wanted to. i wanted to yell how much i loved her but i couldn't move. all i could see is white. i felt like the only functioning part of my body were my ears and honestly, that isn't enough.

her best friend.

i slept with her best friend.

how am i supposed to tell her that?

geez, my such a jerk. this is all my fault. i may never see the light of day because i'm a jerk.

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leandra del gal.
i could feel my whole body aching. my legs were sore and it hurt to move. i forced myself up, anyway. i picked up my phone, checking my messages.

imessage
[madisonnnn➰]: you have to tell her
[madisonnnn➰]: she's going to find out eventually.
[michaela🦋✨]: pls tell me you've told her.

i was avoiding it. i was avoiding telling claudia that i slept with her boyfriend. i felt so bad. it shouldn't have happened but it just, did.

i hadn't visited jack and i wasn't planning too. my plan is to avoid everyone, including the media. i didn't want this to all blow out of proportion.

imessage
[claudz🎈]: can i come over? i need someone to talk to, right now...

how could i say no? i slept with her boyfriend, the least i could do is be a friend to her.

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claudia tihan.
i vented to leandra letting out every single emotion possible.

"why don't we make sundaes and watch movies to make you feel better?" leandra asked.

i chuckled and nodded my head because she knew exactly how to make me feel better. we made our way downstairs and i walked into the living room to set up the movie.

as i set the blankets onto the couch, a phone buzzed. i checked to see if it was mine but i wasn't. on the coffee table was leandra's phone.

i picked it up and the screen turned on showing the notification center.

imessage
[michaela🦋✨]: she deserved to know that you slept with gilinsky.

"y-you s-slept w-with jack?" i stuttered.

i could feel my hear breaking. it was worse then being stabbed fifty-two times in a row.

"claudia, i-"

"you what, you just thought that buttering me up would make up for it? you slept with my boyfriend. this whole time i thought you were my friend."

"no, claud-"

"michaela and madison knew? the whole time! fuck you, leandra. fuck you!"