Jack Gilinsky Rebel // A Magcon Fanfic

Chap. 3

The Ham was actually pretty good. Jodi is one of those women who cooks away the feelings. I can tell by the tens of cookies and cake set out.

While eating the delicious fried ice cream, that I've never had before today, Jodi brings up something I don't want to hear.

"Okay. Sam. Listen, your mom and I made a deal that if you didn't wanna go to you know where you had to go to West Ridge.." She says. At first, I didn't know what she meant. You know where is obviously jail, but what the fuck is West Ridge?

"What?" I asked, being stupid. It sounds like a legit military camp.

She sighs, "Your going to West Ridge High School, Samantha." I ignore the fact that she called me Samantha. I knew I was going to end up going to school, it's my sophomore year, can't screw anything up. But it is like two weeks until summer, so I was kind of hoping they wouldn't send me.

"W-what's West Ridge? Is it bad or something..?" I say. The way she is talking about school, sounds like prison.

She snickers, "no, no, no, honey. It's actually a private school," there's the bomb shell. Private school kids are weird and anti-fucking-social.

I look at Cameron, he's just sitting there listening to this dreadful conversation. What if he's weird and antisocial? He goes there doesn't he?

This hit me like a grenade, "private what?" I ask, pushing forward my plate. This sudden talk made me lose my appetite and that doesn't happen often.

She sighs, "private school. You start tomorrow," she states, not wanting to fight with me.

My eyes turn glassy, "may I be excused please?" I ask, looking at the table. I'm in desperate need of a cigarette, man..

She nods slowly. I grab my backpack, and storm into the upstairs bathroom. I don't even admire the art or finely crafted shower.

I pull out my cigarettes and light one. I turn on the fan, and look at myself in the mirror. You look like shit I think, take another puff, then hear a knock on the door. I roll my eyes, thinking how I'm going to hide this joint, but end up not caring.

I refuse to open the door, then I hear Cameron. "It's me, Sam. My mom left she needed to run to the store. Talk about private school isn't her favorite subject," His voice is calm.

I put the cigarette behind my back, then open. "Yeah, what?" I say, causally, trying not to make eye contact.

He tilts his head at me, "I don't care." He puts his hand on my right shoulder - the one with the cigarette. Oh good.

I try to hide the smile, "oh." I put it to my lips, and inhale hard, staring at him deathly. He fake coughs, breaking the silence. "Let me show you your room."