I'm Out Of His League (Jack Griffo fanfic) COMPLETED - EDITING

Chapter 4

{Jack Griffo}

"So what's the problem, dad?" I ask my dad. He just finished checking up on Melanie.

"It's really unusual for one to see stickmen than the real thing. Melanie, are you really sure that he doesn't draw them?" Dad turns to Melanie who shrugs.

"Um... I think so. The girls told me he got fired because of my complaint." She replies

"He's fired? That's strange. I just saw him this morning. Although I don't take art classes with him. Maybe he does draw them. Do you know other people who takes his classes?" I ask her. She stays quiet for a while, looking at the ceiling. She must've been thinking.

"Andrew Davidson, maybe? I usually see him when he bumps into my table every art class." She says.

"I have Andrew's home phone number. Wait for a while." I say as I grab the telephone from my dad's desk. Andrew and I use to be a pair in a Physics project that's why. I have his number. The phone kept raining until a little girl's voice answered.

"Hello?" She squeaked.

"Hi. I'm Jack, Andrew's friend. Can I have a word with him please?" I ask.

"Hold on a second. Andrew! Your friend Jack wants to speak with you!" She calls out. She doesn't say anything for about a few seconds. Then she puts the phone back.

"Andrew's asking which Jack. He said he knows about five Jacks in school." She says. *Face palm.

"Tell him it's Jack Griffo." I replied.

"Andrew, it's Jack Griffo! Wait, Jack Griffo. Like actor, singer Jack Griffo?" She asks. I hate it when this happens.

"Yes, it is me." I replied. Then I hear a squeal.

"Oh my goodness! I am like your no. 1 fan! I'm really dying to meet you and-" She got cut off. In the background, I heard someone fighting it over her.

"Give it! Lucy!" I'm sure that was Andrew. "Hello Jack?"

"Hey dude, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"Are you in Mr. Ferguson's art classes?"

"Oh. Yeah. You can call him the worst. I even regret taking his classes. I mean, who draws stickmen? Dude, that is crazy! I wonder why the school is still keeping him. Why do you happen to ask?" He says. Wait a second... Mr. Ferguson does draw stickmen? The school is still keeping him? Something's not right.

"Um... Something. Anyways, thanks dude."

"Oh... Sure. Bye."

I hang up the phone and quickly go to Mel and dad.

"What did he say?" Dad asks.

"Mel, are those girls really your friends?" I turn to Mel.

"Yeah why?" She says.

"Mr. Ferguson does draw stickmen and the school is still keeping him. Maybe your friends are lying, Mel." I say to her. Friends don't do that. But why am I doubting them?

"Maybe they just heard it somewhere. There's no way they would lie to me. They're my friends." She says.

"Mel, how much do you know about them?" I ask.

"Well, Chloe's family owns a hotel, Katie likes to sing, Amber loves clothes and a lot of other stuff." She replied.

"I meant they're personality. How are they like?"

"You asked the wrong question. We're all alike. You know, the kind of people you don't like."

"Oh." I noticed dad staring and just listening to the both of us. He doesn't say anything. He stands up.