Cold Hearted (Jack Gilinsky)

Eight

Jack and I were sitting on his couch watching The Purge. I had already seen this movie but I didn't care, Tony Oller from MKTO was in it and I'd watch it 1,000 times just because he was in it.

"You seem entranced in this," Jack said, laughing at me.

"I am. Tony Oller is a fine piece of human," I replied, not looking away from the t.v.

"Is that the only reason you like this movie?"

"I mean," I shrugged, "probably."

"And listen to their music?"

"No. I listened to their music before I found out how beautiful they are," I said, failing to hold my smile back.

"You're such a girl," he smiled.

"Woah, really? Since when was I a girl?" I asked sarcastically. Jack rolled his eyes. "This is news to me."

"Shut up. You know what I mean."

"Yeah. I know you're stereotyping girls," I told him.

"Oh I'm sorry," he said sarcastically.

"You should be. Because I could probably kick your ass at a lot of things and you want to play the 'you're a girl' card."

"Really. What could you beat my ass at?" Jack questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know. Name it."

"Arm wrestling."

I rolled my eyes. "You choose arm wrestling out of everything. Fine let's do this." I got on my knees on the other side of the table that Jack was on. We put our elbows on it and gripped hands.

"Ready. Set. GO!" Jack said and we both tried to pin each other's arm down. Jack was closer to beating me but not by much. I wouldn't let that happen, anyway. I was trying so hard that I felt like I was going to pass out soon.

"You're good at this," he said, breathing hard.

"I've lifted weights before," I said, sticking my tongue out at Jack. He always likes to make fun of me because he thinks I'm weak.

"I can tell. Either that or everyone from Maine must be really strong."

"I think Nebraska would be better for getting muscles. You could do farming and ranching work," I suggested. My arm was starting to get more and more tired the longer the conversation went on.

"What do you know about Nebraska and farming?" Jack laughed.

"Just what I see on movies and T.V. And it looks like a lot of corn fields."

"I'm not going to lie, there are a lot of corn fields, but... why are we talking about this?"

"I have no idea," I laughed. I finally gave up and Jack pinned my arm to the table. "I'm so glad that's over." My arm now felt like spaghetti.

"You're a lot stronger than you look."

"I used to lift weights," I said, flexing.

"Well that worked well for you."

"I only took weights classes because they were forced," I laughed. "I broke a sweat doing that." I wiped away a bead of sweat and made a disgusted face.

"That makes sense. I didn't figure you'd lift because you wanted to," he laughed.

"Definitely not. Although I did like weights, but that was probably because all my friends were in that class with me"

"You actually liked a class that made you work out?"

"Well it wasn't my favorite class but it was probably a close 2nd."