COLLISION ➳ JACK GILINSKY

Chapter Twenty-Five

I rolled up my sleeve of my red and black plaid button-up shirt, as my feet traveled across the bottom floor of the hotel, looking for a cafe to eat breakfast in. Cass was still in bed, since the time I set her down on my bed, yesterday.

My clothing attire today is different from what I usually wear. For my outfits, I don't often wear a plaid shirt with cowgirl boots, but I do wear a black skater skirt time after time. I think the state of Iowa, and some of the fans whom were waiting right outside of my hotel room door when I first got out in the morning, inspired me for a different set of clothing.

Plus, wearing this wardrobe helps me fit in. I feel as if I belong here, and I don't stand out like some famous pop singer. I'm just a normal girl, roaming around this hotel. I don't have to stress about keeping a happy mood in front of fans, without seeming rude, although I'm tired as heck. I don't have to worry about looking decent in pictures the paps capture of me caught off guard. In this outfit, people won't recognize me at first look, and that saves me time to myself. It's like I'm portraying someone else, with all the pressure lifted from my shoulders.

But at the end of the day, I knew that I had to go back to my celebrity life, and I wasn't really looking forward to when that time has to come. I liked pretended to be this normal girl with a normal life. I'm grateful for the life I have right now, but sometimes it's too much to handle. But I know this isn't the real me.

I chuckled, finding it weird that a simple clothing choice for today, made me feel so differently, for even that short period of time.

I walked into this little cafe shop, getting in line, ready to order. I stood on my toes, since the guy standing in front of me was at least a head taller than me, so his huge head was blocking my view of the menu hanging on the wall.

I let out a sigh, standing back on the sole of my shoes, as I still couldn't read the menu. The guy moved up, and I stepped up too, accidentally bumping into him.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"It's okay."

Wait. That voice. It was then that I began to get a better look at his back. His broad shoulders sticking out of his red, with black outline, tank top, also showing his toned muscles.  And of course, as my gaze went down to his feet, they were fitted in black vans. My stomach rumbled once I realized who was standing right in front of me.

I turned around almost instantly, and to my absolute luck, I bumped into a waiter, causing for the tray to fly out of his hands, and me landing on the floor.

"Shit. Sorry," the waiter cursed, rushing down to help me off the ground, before picking up his tray, and gathering all the broken glasses.

"No, it's fine. It's my fault."

"Lys?" And I cursed under my breath, just like the waiter did. "Don't touch my girl," he hissed, and that's when I realized that the waiter was still gripping onto my arms.

"Sorry, dude," he mumbled, scurrying away.

I headed out the door, pissed off that I had to run into him at a moment like this, with my emotions all over the place, and pissed that he scared that guy after he helped me.

"Lys! Wait!"

I whipped around, the scowl on my face, "Don't you dare follow me. I'll see you in a couple hours, and we can act like a couple then, but now I just need time."

I didn't even want to see him today, but management said I had to. Since we were dating, and the Jacks were going away for awhile, I had to show up at the airport and say goodbye, and act like I was going to miss him, and it hurt me more then anything to part with him. That wasn't true. I would miss him, even though I hate myself for that, I would, but I could survive with taking a break from him. That was what I wanted after all. A break for me to solve my emotions.