COLLISION ➳ JACK GILINSKY

Chapter Fourteen.

i'm not rly that proud of this chapter, especially the last few paragraphs, but i hope it's at least okay.

I closed my eyes from the pain that my head was currently causing, my breathing seemed to be normal as of right now, but I wasn't sure when it was going to act up again. I rubbed my temples, attempting to make myself feel better. It didn't work as much as I wanted it to.

A ding from my phone, caused to me to look over my shoulder, glancing at the screen. I made out the words 'you have a date with Gilinsky today.' I groaned in frustration, throwing my phone across the room, watching hit the wall. As soon as I heard the thud of my phone falling on the hotel room floor, I got up immediately, rushing over to it.

"I'm so sorry," I spoke to the object, picking it up. I sighed in relief as I saw that no scratches or cracks were formed. I hit myself in the head for being so stupid to do such a thing, but I really didn't want to go outside, let alone with Jack. I felt as if I was going to collapse any moment now.

The first leg of the tour was pretty successful.

Jack and Jack had performed first, seeing that they are our opening act. They hyped up the crowd almost instantly, diving the crowd into sections, asking for them to scream, seeing which group would scream the loudest. After that, they got started with their sets. They danced quite a lot, beads of sweat forming on the top of their forehead, at the edge of their hairline, after the first few songs. Towards the last couple of songs, so much sweat had formed from their body, that their tank tops were practically glued to them. They took it off, probably feeling uncomfortable to the stickiness, but damn, were the screams that erupted from the thousands of girls, loud as heck.

We went on stage right after them, singing our set. We had a number of dances to our songs, as well, but not that much, in case our breathing was going to mess with our singing. Thankfully, our choreography is the best, since none of that happened, but the moves were still amazing. The crowd was awesome, singing to every song, dancing and jumping up and down at our upbeat songs, turning the flashlights on their phones on or using their glow sticks to sway in the air when our sad songs came on, holding up their posters for hours without getting tired, and it was the best feeling in the world. It was the best to know that whenever Cass or I would hit a very high note, they would cheer us on.

Of course, afterwards was the meet and greet, and I have got to say, that's one of my favorite parts of being famous, meeting my beautiful fans. It felt good to hug each and every one of them, thanking them for their support and love. Although, I couldn't help but notice as Jack greeted his fans. He did pay attention to all of his fans, but it wasn't a big secret that he gave the 'hot fans' as he would say more attention, and that bothered me. The fact that he would wink at them, or squeeze their butt. For them, it was probably the best thing that has ever happened to them, but to him, they were just another girl on his hit list.

I was about to open my door to walk across the hall, to go over to Jack's room, but a very loud and demanding voice made me stop in my tracks.

"Please, just get out of here!" A loud voice boomed throughout the hallways, I recognized as Jack. I also heard a softer voice, mumbling something, but her voice was too shaky and quiet for me to make out what she had spoken. "If you thought that I wanted more than just a mindless fuck, then you're wrong." then, a door slammed shut. His spoken words, confirmed my suspicions of him picking out a fan to just sleep with, and leave.

I opened the door of my hotel room, slowly, not sure if I wanted to see the face of the broken girl or not. My door was wide open, and leaning against the opposite wall, was a girl about 5 foot 5, with beach blonde hair, sun-kissed skin, high-waisted shorts that left half of her butt hanging, and she wore a revealing top which made her breasts almost fall out. She looked like one of those typical popular cheerleader chick that didn't care about the respect she had for herself, like Regina George in Mean Girls, but this girl looked vulnerable as tears rolled down her cheeks.