Jack Gilinsky Rebel // A Magcon Fanfic

Chap. 8

I move my body into a guy I barely know, on the dance floor. The song ends and he goes to get me another drink.

I sit down, out of breath, on a couch. Someone taps my shoulder. She's a blonde, tall, and very pretty. "You with Ryan?" she asks me.

"What?" I ask back. Who's Ryan?

"Ryan? You were just dancing with him..?" She says, making more sense.

"Aah. That's his name!" I say. We laugh.

"Yeah. I'm Kate." She says, taking a drink from a solo cup.

"I'm Sam." Ryan sits down next to me, and hands me an odd concoction. I smell it, "what is it?" I ask him, shrivelling my nose.

He laughs and takes a sip of his drink, "just drink," he says.

"No, what is it?" I ask again.

He swallows, "a drink. C'mon, I thought you were a bad girl.." he says.

I look next to me. Kate is gone. I look back at Ryan. "I am." Then I drink, and that's the last thing I remember.

***

My head pounds. My whole body is cold, on the floor. I open my eyes, I'm in a hallway. By the amount of trash, I'm guessing Jack's.

I stand up and head to the bathroom. God damn, I look horrible. I fix my hair and makeup and straighten my clothes, then go back into the hallway.

I don't see another person around, so I decide to look in a room. I open the door, and there's Jack. Snug in his bed. What time is it? And who let me stay passed out in the fucking hallway?

I sigh, and close the door.

I walk out on the porch, and pull out my phone. Dead. I sit on the step, "great." I mumble.

I see toilet paper, beer bottles, solo cups etc. on the lawn. Then I hear the door open, "shit, Sam. What're you doing here still?" It's Jack. His voice is raspy.

I stand up, "honestly, I don't know.." I try to give a fake smile.

I notice he doesn't have a shirt on. Oh lord. "Here," he steps inside, grabs something, then walks back out. "I'll drive you home."

I smile at his offer, "it's alright, I'll just, call Cameron." I insist even though i'm mad at Cameron for leaving me at a strangers house, passed out drunk.

He puts his lip out, and walks down the steps. "No, no, no."

He walks to a Lexus, and opens the passenger seat. "Coming?"

***

We pull in the driveway of Aunt Jodi's house, well my house.

I look at Jack, "thanks." I smile.

He smiles, "sure." Maybe he's not such an asshole after all..

I get out, and shut the door. I walk around to the porch then hear him. "Oh and Sam.." I turn around.

"Yeah?"

He smiles, "see you Monday." He pulls out of the driveway, and races down the street of Chino. 

I smile to myself and walk in the door, looking at my feet. I'm tackled.

"Sammmmm!!" I hear. It's Cameron. He tackled me. In a hug. Is this dude okay?

I regain my balance, "what??" I say.

He stands up, and I notice a few friends are still over. "Where the fuck where you??!" he yells.

I laugh, "you left me at the fucking party." I say.

He looks shocked. "What?"

I nod, "yeah, Cameron, you did. Ask fucking Jack Gilinsky!" I yell, then run up the stairs and slam my door.

I lock my door and go into the bathroom connecting mine and Cam's room.

I take a long, hot shower. After, I change into black skinny jeans, a hoodie and some leather boots.

I leave the door locked, though. I dont feel like being bothered. 

I charged my phone so it's at 60%. I text Cam.

Went out. Be back around, whenever.

I climb out my window with twenty dollars in my pocket, and jump.

I walk down the sidewalk and open my fresh pack of cigarettes from my purse. I'm headed for the streets of LA.