misinterpreted; jg

6

Olivia's POV

I open my eyes, feeling confused. Unaware of where I am, I sit up and look. I squint my eyes and groan from my hangover. I look behind me to see a sleeping Jack. Damn, even when he's sleeping he looks cute.

Realization hits me like a truck. My eyes widen and I grab my phone, hoping it still has power. I click the home button to see what time it is. 6:07am. "Fuck" I say. I turn to Jack and straddle him and start shaking him. "Jack, Jack, wake up"

He groans covering his eyes with his arms. "Get the fuck off of me"

"I need to go home, now. My parents!" I say frantically.

His eyes open widely, "oh fuck, I gotta take you home"

"Well no shit, c'mon!" I rush him.

"I'm coming, I'm coming" Jack folds up the blanket and we run to his Jeep.

We hop in and start driving back to my house. "Fuck me, I'm so hungover"  I say rubbing my temples.

"I heard fucking someone helps your hangover" Jack says smirking.

"That's bullshit, but nice try G" I say patting his shoulder.

"Don't call me G, anyways I liked our little date last night" he says.

"Woah woah woah," I say, Jack furrows his eyebrows, "you're gonna have to try a lot harder than that to get me honey, and why can't I call you G?"

"Girls expect so much, I swear." Jack says as her runs his hands through his hair, "only my guy friends call me G, call me Jack or babe"

"You're such a fuckboy" I laugh and roll my eyes. My mind flashes back to what my parents are gonna be like.

Jack must have noticed my worry and moved his hand to my thigh, squeezing it gently. "You'll be fine Olivia."

"No no no, you don't know my parents. They're literally going to kill me" I say.

"Haven't you ever been in trouble?"

"Not really no, they expect so highly of me. Perfect grades, perfect attitude. I literally have to sneak out to parties. I've never been caught." I say, bouncing my leg up and down quickly.

"A good girl who's secretly a bad girl" he says to himself, "I like it"

He winks at me and I blush. I look out the window for the rest of the way home, thinking about what I'm going to tell my parents.

-

Jack pulls into my driveway, after I say goodbye, I nervously unbuckle my seatbelt and hop out of the car, closing the door.

Not looking back, I hear another car door shut. I turn around to see Jack following. "What are you doing, Jack. You probably don't want to see this"

"No, I'm going to be here for you when you need it" My heart flutters at his words.

I turn back around and before I can get to the door, it swings open with my mother running out. "Where were you?!" She engulfs me in a hug. She steps back and looks at me, "have you been drinking and smoking?"

"What are you talking about? I texted you saying I was at Mia's" I make up a quick lie.

"You never texted me. And you smell like a distillery! Both types!" She yells, she then looks at Jack. "You did this to my daughter"

"Mom! He didn't do anything" I defend.

"You expect me to believe that? First you're out partying, then you go and open your legs to some boy you've known a week?!" She continues to yell.

"What the fuck mom! Are you calling me a fucking whore?" I yell, my face burning up from anger. Tears threaten to spill.

"I can't even look at you. You're not welcome back at this house. Get out."

"Mom.." I say softly. Not expecting those words to ever come out of her mouth.

"I said get out" she spits through her teeth, as she walks back into the house.

I look to Jack, tears making my vision blurry. I blink them back. He looks at me with concern. "Come on, you can stay at mine" he says softly.

I nod, walking back to his car.

-

We arrive at Jack's and we walk into the large house. "Uhm, why didn't you tell me you have a huge ass house?"

"I don't like talking about it" Jack shrugs. He starts walking upstairs and I follow. We walk down a hallway and into a room. Assuming it's his.

I look around, it's a typical teenage boy room. His is a little more mature, but still boyish. I walk up to a wall that has pictures. I see a few of Jack and Johnson when they were little.

"I didn't know you and Johnson knew each other for this long" I say.

"Yeah, we met in kindergarten. We were wearing the same shirt."

"No way, that's so funny."

"Yeah yeah, whatever." He says. I walk over to his bed and stand in front of him, in between his legs.

He looks up at me innocently, and holds my thighs. We stay like that for a few seconds and I go to sit next to him.

Jack looks at me again, "are you okay?" He asks.

Just him asking that was enough to make me burst into sobs. "She hates me, Jack"

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me on to his lap. I sob into his shirt. "Shhh, she doesn't hate you." He whispers soothingly into my ear.

My crying continues for another 10 minutes. Jack just holds me and whispers small things into my ear making my heart flutter.

Once I've stopped I look up at him and he wipes my eyes. My makeup probably all over my face.

"Can I take a shower? I have a bunch of sand in my hair" I laugh a little.

He laughs, "yeah, the bathroom is that door right there." He points towards it.

I nod and thank him, walking into it, and shutting the door.

I strip off my clothing and turn the shower on hot. I start to put shampoo in my hair when I hear the bathroom door click.

I peek my head out the curtain and see Jack. "Jack!" I yell, "get out!"

He laughs, "you'll be naked in front of me soon babygirl. You don't need to worry. Besides, thought you might like  a towel and some clothes." He looks at me.

I roll my eyes at his dirty words, "thanks but you can get out now."

He obliges and leaves. I finish up my shower and dry myself off. I grab the clothing he left for me, which was only a t-shirt.

I slide it on over my head, and then slip my underwear back on. I look into the mirror and see the shirt falls mid-thigh. I shrug to myself because it looks like a dress.

Once I'm finished towel drying my hair, I hang up my towel and walk back into Jack's room. I see him laying on his bed, on his phone. While his TV plays Friends in the background.

Jack notices my presence and looks up. Then smirks. "I like your outfit. A lot"

"Yeah yeah, you did this on purpose" I say as I sit next to him on his bed.

"Of course I did. I knew you would look good in my clothes."

"Fuckboy alerttttt" I laugh, he does as well.

I grab my phone from Jack's charger and start to scroll through instagram.

Next chapter is gonna be like the Instagrams of the party. I love when people add that to their stories, so I decided that I wanted to lol. Hope you enjoy.

Tegan xx