Cold Hearted (Jack Gilinsky)

Twelve

I sat on the couch with Jack watching a Nebraska football game. Okay, more like he was watching and I was bored out of my mind. I understood football and liked watching it occasionally, just not at the moment.

"Their mascot is literally a husk of corn. Why didn't I chose to go to school there?" I laughed.

"Instead you chose to go to school no where," Jack pointed out.

"Because I didn't know about Nebraska's awesome mascot. Or I could have gone to TCU and been a horned frog. I don't know any other stupid mascots."

"You go to a Christian school?" Jack furrowed his eyebrows and smiled.

"Definitely. Can't you just see me at a Christian University or even in Texas?"

"You'd die in Texas. You're not even a little country," Jack laughed.

"You're from Nebraska but you're not even a little country," I pointed out.

"Because fuck that."

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes. "Why is it so cold in here?"

Jack shrugged. "I can tell you're either cold or horny though. And I doubt horned frogs or corn make you horny."

"Those are my dream things, Jack, I thought you knew me better than that," I laughed. "But seriously though. It's nippy in here."

"Nippy?" Jack laughed, raising an eyebrow.

"Very nippy," I nodded.

"Whatever you say," Jack smiled and turned back to the t.v. I stood up and walked into Jack's room. I started digging through his closet, looking for something warm. I grabbed his TCU hoodie and pulled it over my head before walking back out.

"You're taking this whole TCU thing too far," Jack laughed when he saw me.

"You can never take Christianity, or Texas, too far, Jack," I said, pretended to scold him. Jack rolled his eyes.

***

"Jack this is so boring," I complained. Surprisingly, this was the first time I had complained about watching football the entire game, which was almost over now.

"I'm actually surprised you waited this long to tell me that you were bored," Jack said. "So what do you want to do?"

"I don't know. I didn't think I'd make it this far," I laughed. "I don't know. I need more friends so I don't have to bother you 24/7."

"I like when you bother me," Jack smiled at me.

"Yeah, whatever. Maybe Taryn is home. I'll go bother her instead," I said, standing up and starting towards the door.

"Don't I get my hoodie back?" Jack asked.

"Maybe eventually," I waved before walking out the door.

***

"Where are we going exactly?" I asked, sitting in the passenger seat of Taryn's car.

"It's a party I was invited to."

"Who's party? And why were you invited?" I questioned.

"Well technically Patrick was." Patrick was Taryn's new boyfriend, her and Tyler had broken up only a month ago but Taryn had moved on quickly.

Taryn parked at the end of a line of cars. I could see the house just down the street and the people walking in and out of the doors.

"Who do you thinks lives here?" Taryn asked as we walked towards the house.

"I don't know. But this neighborhood looks oddly familiar," I told her.

We made our way past a large group of people and through the doors. Even the inside of the house looked familiar to me, but I didn't know why.

Taryn and I made our way through the house and the longer I was in there the more the question of how I knew this house bothered me. I shrugged it off and grabbed a cup of something, I'm not exactly sure what of though, and chugged it. That one cup made the question disappear from my mind already.

I turned around to walk away but instead I bumped into someone. "I'm sorry," I said, grabbing their shoulders to stabilize myself and they put their hands on my hips to help.

"It's fine," a voice said. I looked up and saw a man towering over me. "What's your name?"

"Brooklyn," I told him. On a scale of 1-10 he was a definite 11.

"Well Brooklyn, I'm Josh, nice to meet someone as beautiful as yourself here," he smiled down at me and I smiled back.

I had completely forgotten that my hands were grabbing his shoulders and that his hands were on my hips. I removed my hands from his shoulders and he did the same with his hands.

"Sorry," I apologized again.

"It's still fine," he reassured me. "As long as you promise I can see you again sometime."

"I'm sorry but I have a boyfriend," I told him.

"Where is he?" Josh asked.

"He's not here," I told him.

"Then he'll never find out."

I looked around the room, pretending to look for Jack, when I saw Cameron's face in the crowd of people.

"Wait there he is. Cameron!" I yelled and he looked over at me. I gestured at him to come over to me and he did as he was told. "Here he is."

"Here I am what?" Cam asked, confused.

"Just play along," I whispered in his ear.

"Him?" he smirked cockily.

"Yep," I said, wrapping Cam's arm and my arm together and leaned my head on his shoulder.

"Whatever," Josh said and turned away.

"What just happened?" Cameron asked.

"He was hitting on me and wouldn't leave me alone unless he knew my boyfriend was here, which he isn't so I needed your help," I explained.

"Oh," he said simply. "Where is Jack?"

"At his house."

"Why are you here?" Cam asked,

"My friend and her boyfriend brought me with them," I told him.

"And you didn't bring Jack?" Cam said, shaking his head, and laughing when he stopped.

"Nah. Is this your house?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's Nash's party though," he said.

I nodded. "I should probably go find my friends."

"Alright. I'll see you later," Cam smiled before walking away.

***

"I thought you were leaving," Cam said, sitting himself down next to me.

"Well, I have no idea where they are. So I'm stuck here," I explained.

"If you want, I can take you home. Parties aren't really my thing."

"Only if you really want to," I said.

"It's fine."

***

The ride home was mostly silent, either of us saying only a few words the entire ride.

"Thanks for the ride," I smiled as I was about to get out of the car.

"You're welcome," he smiled back and I got out, walking into the building.