bianca -2 hours later-
"your so stupid." i say with a laugh as jack tosses a pancake onto his plate. he smiles.
"i made it didn't i?" he asks. i roll my eyes playfully.
"anyone can do that." i say.
"come try it then, know it all." he says. i get up and walk over to him and grab a pancake. i then go to toss it but just as i do, Jack tickles my sides. the pancake goes flying in a different direction. right into johnson's face. i cover my mouth. johnson peals the pancake off his face and looks at us.
"what the fuck?" he asks with a laugh.
"i'm sorry." i say. he shakes his head with a smile and tosses the pancake onto the plate.
"how long are you staying?" he asks.
"im gonna head out soon." i say. he nods.
"derek's coming over so i just wanted to come and give you guys a heads up." he says. i nod. he nods and then backs out of the kitchen.
"asshole." i say, turning around and smacking jack's arm. he laughs.
"i thought everyone could do it?" he mimics.
"your annoying sometimes." i say.
"and yet your still standing here." he says. i take a step back and flip him off. he laughs.
"i have to get going." i say, stuffing my phone into my purse. i hand Jack his shirt.
"fineeee." he groans.
"you could stay here and just move your car further down the street." he suggests.
"and what if derek wants to hang out with you and johnson?" i ask.
"i'll say i'm sick or some shit." he shrugs.
"Jack. that won't work trust me. i'll come by later. i just don't want you to get killed." i say. he sighs.
"i'll talk to you later." i say and blow him a kiss.
"that's fake." he says and smirks.
"what's fake?" i ask as we walk to the door.
"you blow me a kiss but don't give me one." he says.
"cry me a river." i roll my eyes playfully and he laughs. i grab my keys out of my purse and the open the door.
"i'll text you when i get home." i say. he nods. i give him a hug and then walk away and to my car. i unlock it and throw my bag in and then get in. i start it and then as i pull away, Jack waves to me. i smile and wave back and then pull down the street.
"this isn't good." i mumble to myself. i can slowly feel myself falling for Jack. which, in the end, will not turn out good.
Jack
i close the door and lock it. i then turn around.
johnson is at the top of the stairs
"your screwed." he says. i frown
"what do you mean?" i ask with a laugh
"you like her huh?" he asks. i shrug
"yea. i guess." i say. he nods
"once derek catches wind of that, it'll be the end of you and bianca hanging out." he says. i roll my eyes
"he won't. we aren't even doing anything." i say
"not yet." he mumbles and then walks back down the hall. i roll my eyes. but i can't deny. maybe we are screwed.
