COLLISION ➳ JACK GILINSKY

Chapter Five.

I groaned as the chorus of the song 'Angel with a Shotgun' rung throughout my room, signaling that I had a call.

I'm an angel with a shotgun,

Fighting 'til the wars won,

I don't care if heaven won't take me back,

I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe,

Don't you know you're everything I have?

..and I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight.

My hand reached out to my bedside table as I lazily felt around, trying to find my phone. Once I felt the object under the palm of my hand, I grabbed it, and swiped it to receive the call, putting the phone to my ear. I winced as the cold surface of my phone hit my ear.

"What?" I asked, groggily, the tone in my voice, showing that I was quite irritated to be waken up at this time of day. I quickly realized how rude I sounded. "Hello?" I asked more nicely this time.

"Good morning to you too, babe." My eyes shot open when I recognized the deep voice. I sat up from my bed right away.

"How did you get my number?" My icy tone returning.

"Management." Of course.

"What do you want? It's too early for me to be frustrated by you." I snapped.

"It's 12 in the afternoon, nearly 1." he stated.

"Whatever. What do you want?" I repeated.

"We're going on a date. I'm picking you up at 3."

"Woah. Hold on there. Who said I was going on a date with you?"

"Management." I was reminded of the events that happened yesterday. I had just hoped that it all a horrible nightmare. I groaned falling back onto my bed. "Dress up in something sexy." He said before he hung up, and I could just picture that smug look he had.

I swung my feet over to the ground, and sleepily walked over to the restroom to get dressed. After that, I stepped into my walk-in closet. Yes, I have a walk-in closet. I mean if you could, you would get one too. It's like a huge room filled with clothes and accessories. Not feeling the need to 'dress to impress' anyone, I threw on my knit sweater, with high-waisted shorts with studs on them. (picture of her outfit on the side).

I glanced at the clock to see that it was 2:45. That left me 15 minutes of happiness and peace before I had to go on a 'date.' with him. I was about to plop down on my couch when Cass stepped into my room.

She sheepishly looked at me and smiled, "Sorry," She said with her head down.

"Sorry? That's all you've got to say? I have to spend my last day of break going on a date with him." I huffed, venom dripping from my mouth as I said 'him.'

Her focus still remained on the floor. I sighed. I knew she didn't mean it. It wouldn't hurt if she thought about it more, but her actions were harmless. I placed my hands on her shoulder, "I understand," I said.

To be honest, the whole idea of Cass actually liking a guy shocked me. I'm not saying that she's some kind of slut that just sleeps around and never gets to know the guy. I just mean that she's not the type of girl to get stuck to a guy. She was never for the relationship kind of guy. She said it's a waste of time. That love was a waste. That no such thing existed. So she just had a few 'sleep with' buddies. Come to think of it, I kind of believe her, about the whole love thing. I don't believe in it anymore. It's just a fairy tale. I chuckled under my breath as I realized how our roles were now switched. She was now the romantic and lovey-dovey one, and I was the person who was nowhere near that anymore.