Cold Hearted (Jack Gilinsky)

Nine

I waited outside of Jack's door impatiently. I knew he was home, I just saw him walk inside less than 10 minutes ago. We hadn't talked after I told him I was moving back to Maine. It's like he was avoiding me, which he probably was.

"Jack, I know you're in there and if you don't answer I'm going to break the door down," I said, pounding on the door.

Finally the door swung open and Jack stood there in a pair of jeans and a baggy RVCA shirt. "What do you want, Brooklyn?"

"I want to know why you wont talk to me."

"I figured that if I didn't talk to you it would be easier for me when you left."

"Jack, I don't know if I'm going to move. That's what I've been trying to tell you the past few days."

"Why change your mind now? You seemed pretty dead set on it last week," he said with obvious anger in his voice.

"Because," I started but didn't know how to finish. I didn't want to tell him that I actually like him, a lot. Because I still couldn't trust him, or be in a relationship with him, although I wanted to so badly. It has been eating me up inside not being able to talk to him. "I just changed my mind, okay?"

"You don't just change your mind, there has to be a real reason that you don't want to tell me."

"You're a lot smarter than people give you credit for, aren't you," I said, letting out a small laugh.

"Goodbye Brooklyn," Jack said, starting to push the door closed but I shoved my body through before it closed.

"Jack, please. Just talk to me. Anger solves nothing."

"I'm not angry," he said, although it was very obvious he was.

"And I'm not a whore," I countered, making him roll his eyes.

"I'm not going to talk to you until you tell me why you changed your mind about leaving."

"Fine," I said, sitting down on his couch. "Then I'm not leaving."

"Whatever. I'll leave," Jack said and started walking out the door.

"Fuck you!" I yelled behind him. I wasn't giving up that easily.

***

"What are you doing here? And where's Jack?" Jack Johnson asked as he walked in the door later that day.

"Jack left me here by myself because he's mad at me and wont talk to me," I told him.

"And you stayed here?" he questioned.

"I told him I wasn't leaving until he talked to me and I meant it."

"You guys just need to get married already. It would save both of you a lot trouble."

I laughed. "Like I'd marry Jack."

"It's obvious you like him, Brooklyn," Jack said, sitting next to me.

"I don't like Jack."

"Then why do you want him to talk to you so much?" Jack questioned.

"Okay fine, but you can tell, why can't Jack?" I gave in.

"Because Jack is an idiot and I'm not."

"Doesn't sleeping with him not tell him I like him?" I groaned.

"No offense but you've slept with like a fourth of the city. I think you're going to have to do better than that."

The door opened and Jack walked in. He groaned when he that I was still sitting there. "Why didn't you leave?"