Jack Avery|| wrong Number

"bet"

after whatever you wanna call what just happened, you and jack fell back asleep and tool a nap. once you were both awake jack asked you, "do you wanna go on a lunch date? well, as best friends..." he said getting sad while saying the last part. "of course, cutie" you said and he smiled.

your thoughts: he doesn't understand.. i thought he did. now i feel bad. wait.. if he's acting this way would it be cause he possibly does like me? idk.. probably not.

you both get ready. "ready y/n?" he asks. "jack.." you frown. "what?" he asks. "there's something wrong.." you say. "whats wrong?" he asks, confused. "not with me, with you.." you respond. you sit down next to him who is sitting on his bed. "oh me.. no theres uh n-nothing wrong." he lies. "jack robert avery" you say putting your head on his shoulder. "whats wrong?" you ask again, locking your hand with his. "can i tell you later" he asked sounding nervous knowing what he just said. "as long as you're telling me, you can take your time" you said. you both stood up and hugged.

you went downstairs. "boys we'll be back later!" you yelled. "i don't know when we're gonna be back so if you guys are hungry and don't feel like cooking, order something!" jack yelled after you. and you both walk out the door with your hand intertwined with one another.

"ohhh" zach says. "that's what we could've done the other day." corbyn says then face palm. "did you see that" jonah whispered to daniel. "yeah, they're holding hands" daniel whispered back. "i bet he's gonna tell her today" daniel whispered. "no, i bet she's gonna tell him today" jonah whispered. "20 bucks?" daniel asked. "bet" jonah said.