Problem. (Jack Gilinsky Fanfiction.)

"Gilinsky!" Ms. Atler yelled for the 3rd time, this time slamming her book down on to her desk.
The class tried to hide their amusement as the confused asshole woke up from his little nap.
"Uh yeah?" He asked, his voice raspy
"Holy shit." The girl in front of me whispered. I rolled my eyes.
"Care to join us? Or are you just going to go back to sleep?" Ms. Atler said
"Do you want me to be honest?" He said smirking
A kid on the other side of the class started laughing.
"Johnson out!" She yelled pointing to the blonde kid before he got up and left the room.
"Now, Jack, either you listen to what I'm saying, or you get out. Your choice." She said calmly, turning her attention back to the asshole.
And with that, Jack put his binder in his backpack, loudly pushed his chair back, and left the room.
I shook my head. What an idiot. Did he even want to graduate? Or did he just want to spend the rest of his life toking up in the boys bathroom? Whatever, it didn't matter to me.
We had about three months until school was over, which meant they were graduating, which meant I was still stuck in this hell hole, but hey at least he would be gone.
Of course I'd still probably be seeing the arrogant douche bag every now and then since he was one of my brother Sammy's, best friends.
Sammy always suspected Jack and I would get married or something because we were always fighting like a married couple. He thinks we have mad crushes on each other but in reality we just strongly hate each other.

The hatred started in second grade when Jack G put gum in my hair, forcing me to cut off the hair, which made it look like Helen Keller cut it. Ever since then he's been doing little things just to get on my nerves, whether it was putting a tack in my shoe, or putting purple dye in my shampoo, or even shaving half my eyebrow while I was sleeping.
We just don't get along, and that's it.

I listened to Ms. Atler go on and on about some "great poem that everyone should read" until finally the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. I picked up my books and walked to my locker, quickly doing the combination, and then throwing the books in.
I shut my locker and then walked out to the front of the school.

I searched for Sammy's black SUV in the pick up zone, finally spotting it behind a green Toyota. I picked up my bag and hurried over to the car, jumping in the back seat.
Oh why didn't I sit in the front?
Jack Gilinsky.
Oh why is there spilt french fries all over the floorboard?
Jack Gilinsky.
Why is my life a mess?
Oh, yeah. Jack Gilinsky.
As you can see Jack Gilinsky is reoccurring problem.
"Hey Turtle, how was school?" Sammy asked
Sammy called me turtle because in 1st grade I went through a ninja turtle phase, and work red cloth over my eyes and a green plastic shell in my back.
Oh the good ole days.
"Just fabulous." I mumbled, scrolling through my Instagram feed
"Oh and how was your day at- oooooh wait, you think you're too cool for school!" I said sarcastically, while smacking my self on the fore head.
Sammy laughed and him and Gilinsky high-fived.
I rolled my eyes and scoffed, looking back down at my phone.
"Hey don't be mad that you had to stay in a classroom all day while I relaxed at the river." He smirked, looking back at me in the rear view mirror.
"So Jack," I started tapping him on the shoulder "what did you do when you got sent out of class?"
Sammy looked over at him "You got sent out again, dumbass?"
"No, I left, thank you very much Y/N"
Jack said looking back at me
"Wait," I said looking around "Where's Ja-"
All of a sudden I heard screaming in my left ear and someone crashed on to me making my head hit my knees
"WHAT THE FUCKERFIDDLE" I yelled throwing my head back.
I looked to my side and saw Johnson laughing hysterically up against the window.
"I've. Been. Back. There. Just. Waiting. Crouched. Up. In. A. Ball. Oh. My. God" Johnson said between breaths
They were laughing their heads off while I sat there literally feeling like my head was going to come off. He landed on my neck so hard, I felt like a sumo wrestler had just body slammed me.
"THAT FUCKIN HURT" I yelled, lunging towards Johnson, hitting and slapping him as he tried to fight back. But let's be honest here.. I big girl.
My dad taught me how to defend myself freshman year, which really gave me the one up on all these pussies.
"OKAY IM SORRY!" Johnson yelled trying to push me off him
"SAY IM THE COOLEST PERSON EVER AND SAY YOURE A LOSER WHO EATS POOP" I yelled, digging my elbow in to his hip bone.
"IM THE COOLEST PERSON EVER AND YOURE A LOSER WHO EATS POOP." He yelled
I glared at him, but got off. He had won this round but I will dominate next time.
We finally got home and everyone got out of the car, racing inside to the fridge. I was obviously first, and yanked open the freezer grabbing the last frozen burrito. I was about to grab a soda when I felt two hands on my hips. I froze.
"I don't think so." Someone breathed in to my ear
It was Gilinsky.
His warm breath sent shivers down my spine.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, sliding his hand down my arm, inching towards my hand.
I snapped out of whatever the hell I was in and realized what he was doing.
I jerked my elbow back, hitting his stomach. I felt his embrace leave and turned around to see him hunched over holding on to his stomach.
I smirked and put the burrito in the microwave putting it in for two minutes. Jack finally stood up.
"That was some rude shit." Jack said shaking his head
"Don't try to seduce me for a burrito asshole."
"Oh c'mon baby you know you want me." Jack winked
"First off, don't call me baby. And second, I would pick a burrito over you, any day."
And with that I grabbed my burrito, and walked to my room.