"y/n! Come on! We're gonna be late to the party!" screams Jack from downstairs.
"It's not my fault that you decided to come 10 minutes early!" I scream back at him.
Gilinsky and I have been best friends since middle school. He's one of the only guys I can talk to about pretty much anything, besides Johnson. We're going to an end of Senior year party together tonight and to be honest, I don't really want to go. I'm only going because Gilinsky and Johnson call me square because I always stay at home and study my life away.
"Well hurry up, I'll be in the car waiting!" he screams once again. Sometimes he can be very annoying.
I run around my room searching for my bag that has all of my stuff in it. I grab my charger and I close the door to my room. I run down the stairs and almost bust my ass, all because Jack is in the Jeep honking the horn like a mad man. I give my mom a kiss on the cheek as she tells me to have fun and to be safe.
I finally walk out the front door of my house and Jack is still blowing his horn. I finally get into his Jeep and punch him in his side.
"Ouch! What did you just hit me for?" Jack yells
"Did you not realize your hand was practically glued to the horn 5 minutes ago?" I respond to him sarcastically.
"It was not glued, you just took too long coming to the car?"
"Well whatever, I'm here now, so we can leave."
We finally pull off from in front of my house and head to the ridiculous Senior Party. He turns the music up and rolls the windows down, which is the only way that he rides in his car. I love the way the wind blows in his hair while he drives, he looks so relaxed and fun. Wish he stayed like that.
I start making these weird faces and Jack seems to catch onto them.
"Why are you making those faces y/n?" he asks
"I'm not making any weird faces Jack. It's just the hair is in my face, from the wind." I lie.
"Yeah right. The wind isn't even blowing that hard. What's on your mind?" he asks as he turns the music down.
"It's nothing Jack, really," I say as I turn the music back up. This time I turn my head and look out the window.
He faces towards the road and continues driving. We ride in silence for a while, but I can feel Jack staring a hole in the side of my face. We come to a red light and he nudges me.
"What is the matter with you? You've been acting so dull today. Whats up?" He asks me.
"Nothing is wrong with me Gilinsky," I respond back dryly.
"Something is obviously wrong with you. You've barely paid me any attention."
"Like that would kill you," I mumbled underneath my breath and roll my eyes.
"I heard that." he says. I blush but turn my head toward the window, praying he doesn't see me.
"Do you not want to go to the party or something?" he finally asks me.
"Not really, but I'm already dressed up so I might as well-" I say before he cuts me off
"Why didn't you just say that before and I wouldn't have came to get you!" he yells at me.
"Maybe I didn't want to be at home Gilinsky! Did you ever think of that?" I yell back at him. Now we're fighting, at a damn stop light.
"And that's my fault because?" He says sarcastically.
I turn around and look at him with disgust.
"Just take me back home. I don't want to be around you anymore." I say to him. I turn my entire body toward the door of his Jeep and stop talking to him.
"Fine! I'll take you home!" He screams. He turns the Jeep around and begins the drive back home.
The whole car ride is silent, until I start crying. I hate it when this happens. While he's driving, he turns and looks at me and sees me wiping my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt.
"y/n, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry." He says to me. But I ignore him. He always does this. He always says something mean to me and expects me to crawl back into his arms again like everything is okay. Even though I've never been in his arms, I find myself wondering what that felt like. But the image is scraped from my mind when Jack starts talking to me again.
"I'm talking to you. I said I'm sorry. I didn't mean to talk to you that way. I just got angry. You're my best friend and I don't want to lose you." He says.
I can hear the sincerity in his voice but I don't turn around. I hear him sigh and he puts his head down. I turn to look at him and he actually looks sad but I still don't say anything. I'm tired of being ran over by him. It's time he knew that he messed up.
Before I get a chance to really say anything, Jack turns the Jeep around AGAIN, and this time, he's going into another direction.
"Wh- Where are you going? This isn't the way to my place." I stammer. But he doesn't say anything to me.
"Hellloooo!?? Don't you hear me?" I yell at him. But he doesn't respond. Great. Now I'm the one being ignored. Ugh. This isn't how I pictured this night going.
We drive in silence some more until I realize exactly where we're going. We're going to our spot. Our secret spot that we've had since we were kids. I start to relax a little more but then I realize that he only takes me up here unless something is on his mind.
What could be on his mind?
We finally pull up to our spot on the hill and Jack gets out. I sit in the Jeep for a few more minutes until I've racked up enough nerve to talk to him. I don't know why but at this moment, I'm a little weirded out.
