Hiya! So, this one is for Katy! I hope you like it! I wasn't sure if you wanted something sweet, or. But, I didn't exactly use the song plot. I kind of just used the lyrics below, and made my own use! Aha.
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"She tells me, it's a little cold out. Don't worry, we'll fly south. Come with me girl, I'll let you know, what I'm all about."
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- Katy's POV. -
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I sighed, a small sigh leaving my lips, as my eyes wandered the crowded club.
"Hey," I heard a slurred voice behind me, uncomfortably close as I turned around, coming face to face with a boy. "I'm Jack." The boy smirked, his eyebrows rasing.
Jack Gilinsky.
My thoughts wandered, off. And, before I knew it, I was having his hand waved in my face. "Oh, sorry. I'm Katy." I spoke confidently.
"Katy." He repeated, nodding in confirmation. "I like it."
"I know about you." I randomly blurted, instantly covering my mouth after, as my cheeks tinted pink.
"Oh?" Jack spoke, his eyebrows raising as he continued chewing his gum.
I bit my lip, as my eyes wandered his jaw.
He reached his hand up, removing mine, to drop it back to my side. "What do you know?" He asked, stepping a bit more closer, as he leaned against the wall, with his left forearm.
"Um, nothing."
"I know that's a lie. Be a good girl, and tell me the truth."
"W-Well, they aren't exactly good things." I mumbled, looking down.
I noticed him frown, but instant cover it up with a smirk. "Oh?" He repeated.
"Fights, drugs, sex, parties..." Sleeping around. I forced myself not to blurt, as I sighed, meeting his eyes, which oddly seemed to show pain.
He nodded, taking his lip between his teeth with another smirk.
I want to slap that smirk off his face.
I huffed, rolling my eyes as I noticed him scan me up and down.
He chuckled deeply, noticing my annoyance.
"Jack!" I heard a boy call for him, as I glanced around him to see a shorter blonde boy.
"One second." He mumbled, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, before quickly moving forward to me, pressing his lips to mine for a brief moment, slipping something in my pocket, before turning around, to catch up with his friend, leaving me shocked.
~ The next day. ~
I groaned, as I stared at the sloppily written digits, on the paper.
Jack fucking Gilinsky wants me to call him.
He was the type of boy, my parents warned me about.
I let out a huff, before finally punching the numbers into my phone, which had been seeming like it was mocking me for the past 15 minutes of debating to call Jack or not.
I hit the call option, hesitantly bringing it to my ear.
It's midnight, what if he's not up?
Are you kidding, he's probably partying.
"Hello?" A deep voice had spoke though the speaker.
I'm surprised there was no loud music, in the background.. That, or he had the decentcy to go outisde.
"Aren't at a party?" I mumbled, hoping he didn't hear, the second I blurted.
"No, actually. Just thinking about this girl."
"Oh, so you have the confidence to kiss me. Then tell me you like someone else." I raise my eyebrows, biting my lip.
"The girl is you."
I stayed quiet, my lips parting in surprise.
"I'm not that bad.. Make me a deal." He proposed, as he sighed slightly.
"Okay.." I said quietly, after thinking for a moment.
"Go on a date with me, I'll show you how I really am. If you don't like me, I'll never bother you again. I've liked you for a bit, I always watched you at school, but you were too busy with your friends to notice."
I heard a small cough in the background, and a bit of shuffling, before sighing, running a hand through my hair. "Fine, deal."
He was attractive, c'mon. Bad boys are hot, too.
It's like I could here him grin, through the phone. "Great, I'll pick you up at eight tomorrow night. Wear something casual. Goodbye, beautiful."
"But, you don't know where I-"
He chuckled, cutting the line before I could finished.
Well, that's not creepy.
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I'm kinda proud, oops. ~ Alyssa. x
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