prove it - j.g

chapter twenty two: "are you cheating on me?"

jack gilinsky

today was day three, the last and final day of performing in detroit. it was insanely amazing performing here because of great the fans are, even though i was exhausted at this point. it has now been two and a half weeks that vanessa and i have not been together. im sad, but you know, what can i do?

i text messaged her this morning, no response. i text messaged her this afternoon, no response. i text messaged her before the show, no response. im about to text her again, some anger running through me as she's ignoring me. what could she be doing?

jack
what are you doing?
are you cheating on me?
is that why you're ignoring me all day?
what the fuck vans

once again, all of her messages deliver, but she has read none of them. it was pissing me off. johnson walks in the room to me throwing my phone across the couch in the dressing room.

"what's going on, gilinsky?" he suddenly asks, witnessing my anger. he knows that vanessa hasn't responded to any of my messages and all he has to say about it is that she's probably busy.

"she won't fucking answer me. i've texted her seven times today, what the fuck could she be doing?" i vent, my mind racing with various ideas of what she could be doing.

johnson laughs, "you're overthinking it. she might be busy with school, jack. you can't expect her to drop everything to respond to you when she has a life too."

i shrug and roll my eyes, "but all day? bro, it's what? nearing ten o'clock. that's over twelve hours that she's ignored me and she's probably going to be going to sleep soon."

"im sure you're overthinking it" johnson states, "come on, let's go back to the hotel and you can call her or something and see if she answers."

i nod, "let's go."

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johnson said he forgot something in sammy and nate's hotel room, so i stepped out of the elevator to go to our shared room alone. i swiped the key to unlock the door, walking in and seeing complete darkness. i slip my shirt off since i was insanely sweaty from the energetic performance, turning the light on to prepare to call vanessa.

i take my phone out of my jean pocket, standing at the glass doors to look at the view outside. as the phone continued to ring, i shifted my gaze to my feet in sadness from being let down.

"there's no need to call me" a voice startles me, two arms wrapping around my bare torso, as their soft lips connects with my shoulder blade.

i knew it was her. i ended the call and tossed my phone on the nearby bed, turning around in her grasp. she looks up at me with a smile.

"what are you doing here? how did you get here?" i ask, my eyes wide as i stare down at her and my mind racing with various thoughts of how in the world she's standing before me.

she chuckles, "johnson gave me his key after he took a cab to pick me up at the airport this morning when you were sleeping. he met you at sound check, so while you guys were there, i came up here and then was here all throughout your show and everything."

i open my mouth to say something, but shut it when i realize that i was speechless to her being here. she looks up at me with a smile, leaning up to peck my lips.

"what were you doing here for all of those hours? you must have been insanely bored" i ask her, rubbing the sides of her waist.

"school work" she responds, hugging me and laying her head on my chest. i further wrap my arms around her, lightly squeezing her closer to me.

i kiss the top of her head, "thank you for coming."

she smiles up at me, kissing my jaw, "i wanted to surprise you. are you tired?"

"yeah, but that's not important right now" i reply, "all i want to do is embrace you and your presence and talk to you."