Jack Gilinsky Rebel // A Magcon Fanfic

Chap. 7

Pretty soon, Jodi is gone, and there's about 7 boys in Cam's room. I hear different music playing, all so loud I can make out the lyrics. These walls are pretty thin.

I lay on my bed with my headphones in, thinking about my first day at the new school. I turn off my lights, so only my Christmas lights shine. Apparently I fall asleep, because I feel a shake on my shoulder.

I open my eyes slowly. It's not Cameron. It must be one of his friends. "What?" I say, sitting up.

"Uh, were about to leave." He says. He's so innocent, with a deep, charming voice. He stands next to my bed, and I squint at him from the light.

"Who are you?" I ask, sliding on my converses.

He stands up straight, "Matthew." He's a cute blonde, that one.

"Matt." I say, standing up and looking in the mirror. I adjust my makeup and notice he's still there.

"Ready?" He asks and I nod as he leads out my door.

I walk down the stairs, following Matt. I realize that Cam's car only holds two, so I'd be the only one to ride with him.
We walk outside, and everyones kinda huddled by the garage. They see me and Matt walk out.

"Where have you been?" Cameron asks me.

I shrug, and pull out a cigarette. "Sleeping," I light it and walk to his group.

"I'm riding with you, right?" I ask Cam, neglecting the group.

He looks at me, then his friends. "I'm kinda, uh, picking up..." he starts.

I inhale the cigarette, "who?"

"My, g-girlfriend.. Well she's not my girlfriend.. just a chick I know but still," he stutters. I blow the smoke around.

"Then whom am I riding with?" I ask very stern and look around the circle of seven. I roll my eyes at Nash and Jack.

"Uh..," Cam starts, looking for someone who will volunteer to give me a ride to this party.

"I will." Says a voice. The voice is Taylor. I smile at him,

"Cool. Your the Lambo, right?" I point at the black Lamborghini, sweet. How does this 17 year old afford a Lamborghini?

He smiles and nods, "Oh yeah." I look at Cam, as if for last minute approval before we leave.

"Let's go," I say, getting the hint that he's okay with it.

***

The party seems chill, compared to all the ones I've been to. I split away from most of the boys, I've found a liking to Taylor, he's my favorite friend since I've got here. He's been so nice to me unlike the other two. But at least Nash apologized.

As I walk around the dark, loud, house I mostly see drunks and drinks. I decide to get a beer, so I walk to the kitchen. I poor a beer, and head out onto the less crowded porch.

I sit on a lawn chair, and watch the fountain over the pool. I pull out a cigarette, and light it. Beer and a smoke. Best combination.

The door opens and closes multiple times, but I don't care to notice. Pretty soon, I'm out of beer and on my third smoke.
I don't really mind being alone at a party. No one knows me and I don't want to know them.

"Mind if I sit?" This voice is strong, and deep. None like I've heard before. I look. It's Jack Gilinsky.

I grow silent, "what do I care? It's your party, yeah?" I finally come out and say. Even though you were just at my house I do not know how you manage to throw a party, I think. He must be hot shit if he can have people show up at his house without him even being there.

I take another puff to break the tension. "Look, I'm sorry I've been such a douche. Even though I've never actually, talked to you," He says, making me crank my neck slowly in awe with my mouth open.

"Just a shitty day, huh? Me too," I say and inhale on the cigarette.

He breathes through his nose, "I'm Jack," but he doesn't put out a hand. Good.

"Sam," as you probably already know. Words already getting around about how bad ass I am.

The yard is completely empty besides me and him. "Are you having, fun?" he asks.

I smile, "uh, sure.." I say.

He laughs awkwardly, "Watch this," he says. I watch him. He presses a remote from his pocket, and the fountain above the pool starts turning color.

"Wow. What're you, rich?" I ask, taking one last puff.

He chuckles, "no, not entirely." his laughing voice is... cute. No. No it's not.

I stiffen, "aren't you supposed to be inside?" I ask, trying to sound not amused.

He turns serious, "I guess."

I wait. "Well?" I finally ask, I think he thinks I'm coming off as rude but I don't care.

He stands up and shrugs, "Why aren't you inside?" He asks me.

I stand up also, "party's aren't really my thing," I say, lying and he knows it.

"Oh, okay. Based on what I've heard, parties are exactly your thing." He says, laughing. He awkwardly stands a few feet behind me.

I take a puff, "why do you care, anyways?" I ask him.

He walks over to me, inches from my face. "I don't." He says, then just like that, walks inside. The image of his perfect face dances in my head. Eyebrows, jawline, eyes, fucking Jack Gilinsky is the most beautiful thing I've seen in my whopping three days in Chino Hills. How did I not notice him before.

I breathe. Why wasn't I breathing? Jack Gilinsky disgusts me I do not admire him. I remember in the car, Taylor was telling me about how he was such a player, and fuckboy.

He's probably hooking up with a girl right now.

Why do you care?

I don't.

Leave my head, Jack. I run my fingers through my messy hair, and throw my cigarette in the pool, standing up violently and heading towards the house.

Oh, I'm gonna get my party on. It's only, 11. The nights just started.