Velocity-> Jack Gilinsky

Chapter 9

(A/N) Another little random update! Sorry it's short, I just wanted to have a little something up :) <3

*Olivia's Pov*

Friday! Thank god it was Friday. These past few days have been stressful and tiring, to say the least. I didn't get a perfect score on my AP English writing assessment, but who cares? Apparently, my mom did. A lot, actually. I always knew my parents, mainly my mom now that my dad wasn't really involved with my life due to depression, had big expectations of me, but what I didn't get was why they were pushing me to do things I didn't enjoy. I didn't want to be a doctor or anything in the medical field, I simply wanted to be a writer. I wanted to inspire people, to give them goosebumps just from reading something of mine. I wanted to be known for writing an amazing piece. I was starting to think I couldn't keep up with the things my mom expected me to do in life, and I think I was finally having a change of heart.

I was actually looking forward to tonight. It would be our first "family game night" to try and help my dad cope at home. Hey, this whole thing may seem cheesy, but I'd much rather make my dad happy, and so I had to along with this new idea.

I hopped off my bed, skipping down the stairs and into my parents' room. I see my dad laying there, with By The Light Of The Moon spread across his stomach and in his hands. He sees my frame sitting in the opened door, inviting me in with a hopeful look.

"Hi daddy," I say quietly, smiling and curling up next to him on the bed. 

"I heard the news, about the whole AP English thing..." 

"Oh, yeah. It- I know you're disappointed but I really tried my best and-"

"No, honey. It's alright. I know how hard things can get. Don't worry, alright? You know your mother by now. I mean, if something's not absolutely perfect it needs to be thrown out and replaced, which is ridiculous, but that's Hilary." He looks down at me with a plain face.

"Well, away from that, how have you been?" 

"A lot better, actually. But not the best. I could have been so much farther in my treatment if I had actually followed and kept up with all the programs."

"Dad, why do you have to be so stubborn? You wont make any progress if you don't stay consistent with your medication." 

"And you have room to talk about stubbornness?" He says with a bundle of energy, letting a smile escape onto his face.

I gasp. "Hey, that's a whole different story. I got my stubbornness from you!" My dad begins to laugh and so do I, mostly because I'm happy he's smiling. Seeing him in an upbeat mood only occurred on rare occasion, if ever. "You look good with that smile, dad. You should try and do it more often." I give him a kiss on the forehead before getting up and slowly walking out of the bedroom. I wanted so badly to believe that he was finally getting better, but once that thought arose in my mind, something happened that totally wiped that hope away from me.

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"Uno!" My dad yells, slamming the last card in his hand onto the table before flailing his arms in the air like a champion. Disappointed grunts come from my mom and I, especially since I was so close to winning.

"Thank you two for this. I hope I'm not keeping you from doing something important," He says sincerely to me and my mom before focusing his attention on me.

"Nope, I wasn't planning on doing anything else. I'm probably just going to go to my room and relax. Maybe watch a movie or two..." My parents nod and I skip up the steps and run into my room, plopping down onto my unmade bed. I take in a deep breathe, closing my eyes as I exhale. Maybe things are finally beginning to fall into place...

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3 days later... (Monday)

*Olivia's Pov*

The weekend was great. Everything went as planned, and I couldn't have enjoyed the couple days away from school anymore than what I did. But, of course, all good things end. 

It was only third period and I could hardly keep my eyes open or stop my head from jerking up at the booming voice of the teacher every time I almost fell asleep. Almost.

The constant tapping of the boy's pencil next to me was probably the only thing that helped me keep awake, along with the teacher, sounding as if he was practically screaming to the rest of us students. About 45 minutes into the class, I was having a really hard time focusing. I couldn't keep my mind out of the gutter. I'd start thinking about my dad, and the scare that happened with him a few weeks ago. And also the fight with my mom, and how nothing was ever good enough for her. And lastly, the whole ordeal with Jack Gilinsky, the bad boy of the school. I still couldn't believe myself. Why was I giving Jack exactly what he wanted? Why was I contributing most of my attention to him? I couldn't answer those questions even if you threatened me. It was like he was a magnet; luring me closer and closer to him until I opened myself up to Jack, which I was hoping to never happen. 

"Hey, psstt!" My mind clears and my heard jerks up once I hear someone whisper from the hallway outside of the opened door. I look around the classroom, at the students and teacher, before confirming that no one else heard that. I turn my head towards the voice. Big mistake.

(A/N) I'm sorry for these past couple chapters being pretty boring... They're fillers for upcoming events in the story! Hope you guys are excited for what's to come :) <3