Jack Gilinsky Rebel // A Magcon Fanfic

Chap. 9

My phone's been being blown up by about three hours. 10 missed calls. 20 texts I don't care about.

I made it to the strip. I take out a cig, and walk to a scooters. I chill in there for about an hour, and decide to visit somewhere.

I walk to a less-populated area, and sit down on the curb. I drink my smoothie from scooters.

My phone buzzes, and its an unknown caller. I decide to answer.

"Hello?" I say, pressing it against my ear.

"Sam? Are you at home?" Its Jack. How the hell did he get my number?

"Uh.. No..?" I say, looking up. At the stars. Damn this day went by fast..

"Good. I thought I was losing my mind.." He says, and sighs.

I scrunch my eyebrows, "what?" I ask, confused.

"Look up." I look straight ahead of me. Sure enough, it's Jack Gilinsky in his car. Alone. Great Cameron doesn't even care enough about me to come after me himself. He has to send his friend.

I hang up, mad, and start walking down the sidewalk. I strut, intentionally. The street empties into an alleyway.

"Sam! We don't have to go home, you know.." He yells after me. I slow my pace. That sounds good.

I stop, and notice he's creeping along behind me.

"How'd you find me, anyways?" I ask, crossing by arms.

He smiles, "wasn't that hard..," he says. I don't understand, but I get in.

We sit awhile. "Why'd you run away?" he asks.

I take a puff of by cigarette. "I dunno. It's boring over there, in Chino." I admidt, blowing my smoke away.

"Do you mind?," he puts out his fingers as if saying can I take a drag.

"Nah," I say, giving it to him.

He looks straight forward, and breathes it in. His jaw is perfect, his skin... so clear. No, no it's not. I keep telling myself.

He releases the smoke, and hands it back to me. "Damn, that felt good." He says, smiling a little.

I smile, too, "so where do you wanna go, if we're not going home?" I ask.

"There's this really cool diner, mostly kids my age go there on Saturday.. I mean, if you're hungry..?" He says, smoothly.

I laugh, "uh, sure. Yeah I'm down. Cam knows i'm with you? Did you tell him?" I ask, as he starts the car.

"I was kinda hoping you would.." he says.

I bite my lip, "really?" I say dreading it.

He looks at me, teasing. "Really.." He turns around, and looks out the back, so he can back out.

We start to move, and I dial Cameron's number. I pull it to my ear, as we enter the strip.

"Sam? Oh thank God. WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN??" He has major mood swings..

"I'm fine," is all I say.

"Okay.. But like, where the fuck did you go? Why didn't you fucking call?" He says, dropping the f-bomb like it's nothing. I take one last drag out of the cigarette and throw it out the window.

Jack takes the phone from my ear, while driving. "He-," he cuts me off.

"Cam. Bro. She uh, texted me. I came and picked her up. It's my fault. She's with me now." He lies. Wow.

I can't hear what Cam says, but Jack nods and hangs up. "I'm getting you back by 1," he says pointing at me.

I smile, "thanks." We end up at a Retro diner called "The Groove". Before I can respond, Jack opens my door. I blush a little. QUIT IT.

I walk out of the car, and fix my clothes. Jack leads us to a booth. 24 hour diner... pretty cool.

"I didn't think I was gonna see you so soon..," he says, looking at the menu, hiding a smile.

I laugh, "yeah well, ya know. You just, found me.." I say.

"So any of your friends here?" I ask, looking out at the group of teenagers chilling in the parking lot.

He looks up at me, "naw., " He goes back to menu searching.

"Howdy, y'all. What can I get you to drink?" The perky waitress asks.

We order sodas, and then Jack looks at me. Seriously.

I smile, "what?"

He smiles back, "you wanna go somewhere. After this? Before one. I have something to show you.." He says. What could he possibly have to show me? I only met him yesterday..

I tilt my head, "I dunno. Are you gonna murder me or something?" I ask, and laugh.

He laughs, "if I wanted to murder you don't you think I'd of done it by now.." he says.

I shrug, "possibly.."

***

We drive slowly to the outskirts of LA. "Where are we going?" I finally ask as we pull into a grassy area, by a wide creek.

"Just wait," he points to a picnic table right by the shore of the raging creek.

"Okay.." I say, and walk over. I watch him dig in his trunk and then walk to me.

He sits down next to me. He puts something in his mouth, but I can't tell what. It's too dark. Then I hear the "tssk" of a lighter, and see exactly what it is.

"This is what you wanted to show me, eh?" I ask, leaning in and smiling.

He takes a puff of the blunt, "here." He takes it out and hands it to me. I love weed. It takes the stress away. I take a puff and I look at his beautiful brown eyes.

We both burst out laughing. I hold it between my index and middle fingers. "This is nice," I say smiling. Getting higher by the second.

He smiles back, "I know." He says.

I roll my eyes, "so, how many girls have you pulled the ole 'come smoke weed with me in the woods' bit on?" I ask.

He laughs, "what?"

"You heard me!" I yell, taking another puff.

He laughs, "no, no. Your honestly the only one." He says, and grabs the joint from my mouth. That's a lie, but I'm too high to care.

I try to hide a grin, "are you serious? Don't lie about weed, Jack!" I say sarcastically, then laugh.

He laughs too, "I'm being honest. I swear." He says.

I watch him blow out the smoke. "Cool," I say, playing it casual.

I just keep laughing the whole night. "This... makes me happy," He says.

I laugh at his comment, "what? smoking weed?" I ask.

He laughs, "no, no. Being here. Smoking weed, yeah. But, with you."