The next morning I woke up in my own bed completely alone to my phone buzzing on my nightstand. "Hello?" I groggily answer rubbing my eyes "It's me" Kylie's voice says softly "is it possible for us to meet up and talk" I sigh running my hand through my hair "Yeah, I don't know Ky" she takes a deep breath "Well I'm outside your house so" I get up and look out my window to the porch and see her standing in front of the door "I'll be right down" I say and hang up grabbing a random shirt off my dresser and throwing it on. "Hi" I tell her opening the door and letting her in "Listen Kylie I wanna talk, but I gotta get going soon so-" "it won't take long Jack" she grabs my wrist leading me to the couch and sits down. She takes a deep breath before starting "Jack called me last night and told me about yesterday at basketball" I shake my head angry "Of course he did" I say angrily. "No listen" she says stopping me "He told me how you defended me and that it was his fault that you punches him, he felt bad" I roll my eyes "And so did I" she grabs my hand in hers "Jack I was wrong, I knew that you were leaving and the thought scared me, a lot" she forces a small smile "but I know now that I can't be scared, because if I am then I will miss out on this, you" I bite my lip unsure of what to say "Jack, I know you're leaving, but I love you and if this is the way it has to be then I'd wait" she smiles "I'd wait for you to come back, and I'd trust you and yeah" I clear my throat "Ky, I can't do that to you" she gets a confused look on her face "Do what?" I look away "Make you wait for me, you deserve better" she leans in framing my face in her hands and pulls my lips to hers hard sending shock waves through me "It's not your choice Jack" she kisses me again and again and I kiss her back till she pulls away taking a breath and leaning her forehead against mine "If I wanna wait I will wait" this time I wrap my fingers around her jaw and kiss her slowly and with passion till she's on top of me. I run my hands down her sides as she pulls my shirt off over my head. I pull at her shirt when the doorbell rings.
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Not Over You
Teen FictionJack Gilinsky was always his hometowns bad boy, but after leaving town for tour with his best friend Jack he's changed his ways. He returns home between tour stops and runs into his ex. Over the next few days Jack learns he's anything, but over her...
