prove it - j.g

chapter forty one: "would you just talk to me!"

jack gilinsky

by the way i looked down it her, i knew by the way she was acting it would be best for her and i to return back to johnson's and i's place. there was something off about her almost the entire dinner. i don't know if one of the guys said something to her or if she was upset with me for kind of ignoring her by being so invested in the catch up conversation with all of the other guys that i haven't seen in so long.

though, her being annoyed with me for being in the moment and being happy, that doesn't sound like something she would do. she's not jealous and she always wants to be happy. she doesn't crave my attention all the time like lots of girls, or significant others in general, do.

she was so silent, seeming so out of it and unapproachable. i didn't want to bother her, but the last thing i wanted while she visited was for her to be unhappy with something i did. i don't want to make her upset or mad.

we were walking to my car, her head down as she walked. the only way she knew if she wasn't going to hit anything or run into anyone was by glancing up every four or five seconds. yes, i have been counting how many seconds go by until she looks up.

she wouldn't even hold my hand and she didn't react like she usually does when i snaked my arm around her waist and pulled her into my side.

when reaching my car, i opened her passenger side door and received a muttered, "thanks" as she stepped inside.

closing the door, i walk around to my side of the car and let out a sigh before stepping inside. all i want her to do is talk to me, letting me know what is wrong with her so i can try and fix it or help her. i wouldn't be able to help her or fix anything if she didn't speak and tell me what the hell is wrong. i start up the engine and i, as quickly as possible, step on the gas to get home, hopefully talking this out with the silent vanessa that sat beside me.

hopefully, and i really do mean hopefully, the silence of the car ride will be enough for vanessa to cool off and calm down before she tells me what's wrong in only about ten or fifteen minutes.

while driving, i stole glances of her as she stared out the window emotionless. what the hell was wrong with her?

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her door closed before i could even get my seat belt off. she made her way to the door, waiting for me to catch up so we could go inside. from right there, i started to drill her.

"vanessa, baby. will you talk to me? what's wrong with you all of a sudden?" i ask with calmness in my tone as i try and grab for her arm that was pulled away.

once getting into the home, she immediately slips off her shoes and goes up to my room to put her shoes away, i guess. i follow her up there, walking into the room to see her getting undressed.

"what did i do, vanessa? seriously, what? you were fine once we got to the dinner with the guys, did i not pay attention to you enough? what the fuck did i do?" i groan, growing insanely frustrated and upset.

she continues to be silent, grabbing her night clothes and brushing past me to go into the connected washroom. i walked in there, holding the door open as she was about to close it.

"you can change right here, right in front of me. it's not like i haven't seen any of it before. now, would you please just tell me what the fuck is going on so then i can hear your voice again and know you're okay?" i say, watching her as she begins to change. she doesn't even look at me, she just focuses on what she's doing.

all of this is just worrying me and scaring me. i sigh and walk up to her. all she was wearing at this point was her panties, shorts, and a sweatshirt. peering down at her, i use my fingers and move her head upwards by moving her chin up. she looks down, staring down at my chest.

shaking my head, i walk out of the washroom and yell, "fuck! vanessa, would you just talk to me! what did i do!? why do i deserve you ignoring me, not daring to tell me what the fuck i've done!? i don't know why it's such a secret, but for some reason you want to keep it away from my knowledge. i don't know what i did!"

after my rage left my body, i turn around and look at her. i walk back up to her once i see her shift her gaze to me. hoisting her up onto the washroom counter, i stand in between her legs. she wraps her legs around my torso and stares at me.

"im not mad at you, you didn't do anything" she mumbles, shifting her gaze downwards.

i sigh, "then why are you being so quiet? what's troubling you, baby?"

she blinks lightly before looking back up at me, "im dwelling on something that nate asked me at the beginning of dinner. you know, when you were talking to johnson?"

nodding, i recall her talking with nate and sammy. that's when she started to go weird, "did he say anything to you? anything inappropriate or rude?"

she shakes her head, "he asked me a question regarding you and i that now has me really thinking."

"so, are you going to tell me what it is or am i just going to have to accept that you're going to be silent because you're thinking? maybe if you tell me, i'll have an answer for you" i say, rubbing her thighs as i stare at her.

"he asked me what's going to happen with us after i graduate. you know, um, if you and i are going to move out here since it'll be more convent for you and johnson with work. your studio is here, your manager is here, you guys have a home here. it makes more sense, but i never thought of what would happen when im done high school and we're left in a situation where we are deciding long distance or not" she explains, her words pulling at my heart as it sounds almost like she is slightly doubting our relationship.

she looks at me, lifting up her hand to caress my cheek as i process her words.

"i think i've told you before, but i don't want to lose you. if it means that we do long distance, then we do it. but that's our last resort if you choose that you wouldn't want to move to la with me and johnson. i have been thinking about it lately, the whole moving to la full time factor, and i was seriously contemplating it for the convenience. i'd think it would be cool and nice if you moved out here with me and johnson, you could live with us. that is, only if you're comfortable with it" i told her, being brought in by her pulling my neck. our lips mold together in a quick, meaningful kiss.

"it would be nice, us being together. we still have a couple of months, right?" she says, causing me to nod, "im sorry for ignoring you and being silent. i was scared to bring this up to you."

i shake my head and lean back in to peck her lips once again, "don't ever be scared to talk to me."