length: 1425 words
warnings: swearing
requested: yes, imagines prompt list #27
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"Jack, I just don't think it's a good idea," you murmured as you opened your locker and began rifling through it.
"Please, (y/n)," Jack leaned against the locker next to yours.
"My mom would lose her shit if she found out that I snuck out of the house," you closed your locker and turned to look at Jack. "I don't think yours would like me coming over in the middle of the night either."
"They won't find out, I promise."
"I'll think about it, okay," you watched him carefully.
"It's just that with the draft coming up I'm going to be really busy and then I'll have lots of hockey in the summer and I want to spend as much time as possible with you," he sighed, ruffling his soft hair.
"I know, babe, trust me I feel the same way. I'll think about it," you pecked his cheek before walking to class.
Today was one of those days where you didn't cross paths until last period so as soon as you sat down you pulled out a piece of paper, ripped a small corner of it and started writing. Then came waiting until your teacher was distracted enough. When the moment came you leaned forward and tapped Alex on the back. "Hey Turcs," you whispered, "pass this to Jack please," and slipped the folded note into his outstretched hand. Your small message passed through several hands before reaching Jack and you watched the small grin break out as he read your neat cursive writing. 'If we get caught, I'm blaming you.'
"I love you," Jack turned and mouthed at you, slipping your note into his pocket.
The next time you spoke was over text when he messaged you on his way to training.
I'll text you when my parents are asleep. Quinn might be up but he won't say anything
Cool :) I'll text you when my mom goes to bed. I love you
I love you too baby. Thank you
"Have you thought anymore about which college you want to go to, sweetie?" your mom interrupted your daydreaming.
"Well, uh," you poked at your pasta, "I'm waiting to see whether Jack gets drafted to New Jersey or New York."
"You shouldn't be doing anything for him," your mom frowned, setting down her cutlery.
"I'm not. I haven't even-"
"I did that for your father and look what happened," she said harshly.
"Jack isn't anything like Dad."
"I never saw it coming when I was your age."
"I love Jack and he loves me," you clenched your fists.
"You're too young for love. You're just infatuated and I don't want you to make the same mistake I did."
"I'm going to bed. I had a long day," you said coldly, standing up and clearing away your plate.
"Oh okay, sleep tight," your mom murmured, unaware of how much her words had hurt you.
"Night, mom," you called out as you traipsed up the stairs to your room.
Collapsing onto your bed, you fumbled around for your phone before finally unlocking it and deciding to message Jack.
I need you
