DISCONTINUED - Destined For Love (A Jack Griffo Fanfic)

N i n e : So I die because you're terrible at acting?

----Author's Note------

Just to let you guys know, I've changed the previous chapters slightly to make Jack seem like less of a player and more of a good guy. I just thought the good guy look was better for him in this book. I don't think it's really necessary for you guys to go back and read the chapters again but if you do get confused then you might want to.

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**Brook's POV**

"So are we just going to sit in this car all day, we've already missed most of Period 1" I asked Jack as we'd just spent the past 10 minutes in the car singing along to the radio. Turns out Jack likes Fall Out Boy too, but actually who doesn't. I mean, Patrick's voice and don't even get me started on Pete.

"Don't make me go back in there Brook, I can't handle it!" What the hell!

"Jack, are you high or something?" He just laughed, I really don't understand this boy.

"I don't take drugs, I'm can't believe that you think so little off me" He put his hand on his forehead as if he were about to faint.

"One, what was that outburst, I just, no words. And two, I feel sorry for Nickelodeon if they have to deal with your bad acting skills." He suddenly 'came back to life' and shot up in his seat.

"And now you're insulting my acting! Must you find so many ways to hurt me. I thought me and you were friends." I decided to go along with his act.

"We are Jack, I'm so sorry. " I saw confusion in his eyes but was quickly replaced with a playful look. "I don't know what came over me, it was out of line."

"Damn right it was" Where was he going with this? "It was out of line and you must be punished."

I raised an eyebrow at him "And how do you plan to do that?"

"Like this" He poked my side and I jumped away from his touch,

"Now that I deserved" I said in the most sarcastic voice that I could possibly manage.

"Oh now you're gonna get it" He tickled my side and stomach. He tickled me every where he could get his hands on me despite my failure attempts to pull his hands away from me.

"Jack. Please. I. Nee-. To. Brea-" I said barely even able to speak in between my uncontrollable laughter.

"Fine" He sat back in his seat properly and I put my hand over my heart feeling it going out of control. "It wouldn't be very good for my career if you died, I mean that bad press could cost me my career before it's even really begun."

"That's what you care about? Your career? Not the fact that I'm dead, wouldn't you even feel guilty about it."

"No. You did deserve it" was this guy for real.

"So I die because I insulted your terrible acting." I slumped back in my chair with my arms crossed.

"See look there you go with the insults again. And this is why you are dead." He said the last part in a baby voice whilst tapping my nose once with his finger. I just remained silent. "C'mon Brook, don't be mad."

"How can I possibly not be mad, I'm dead." I didn't turn to look at him once to keep up my act of pretending that I'm mad.

"There's other things to worry about than whether you're alive or dead" This was his best argument?

"Well I'm pretty sure that you don't come across any of those things when your dead."

"How would you know, have you ever been dead before? Thought not, therefore your argument is invalid." I returned to giving him the silent treatment. "Aww, c'mon Brook don't do that, I'll buy you a starbucks."