COLLISION ➳ JACK GILINSKY

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I pounded the back of my head onto my seat, for what felt like the hundredth time, after the kid behind me still didn't stop kicking my seat, even though I politely asked him to stop about a hundred times too, over the course of thirty minutes.

I picked up my water, hoping the warmth of the hot water will cool me down, before I sock him. I shut my eyes, letting the water heat my tongue, instantly soothing me, and rid my little headache.

I was about to set my cup of water down, when the little boy kicked my seat again, startling me, causing me to shake, the hot water spilling onto my pants.

I turned around, with dagger-like eyes, and hissed, "You need to stop."

The boy that still has his little baby face, obviously not hitting puberty yet, as he was about only eight years old, shot me a mischievous grin, and kicked my seat again, with a much greater force.

"Just fucking stop it already!" I cussed at him.

His dad, finally catching attention of his little boy and I. He placed his beloved cup of coffee down, that he had previously been sipping on peacefully, while reading his lovely newspaper with no distraction. His eyes focused on me, eyes wide. "Do not speak to my child with such a foul language!" he scolded, his newspaper waving in the air as he moved his hand.

"I can speak to him all I want, after he disrespectfully kept on kicking my seat. I'd pay more attention to my child, instead of focusing on the pictures of the new Victoria Secret's models if I were you," I smiled, and turned around in my seat.

I could feel the middle-aged man staring into the back of my head, but I knew my message had had an affect on him. I heard him whispering to his child, "Stop kicking on her chair, or I'll take all your video games away."

I smirked to myself, satisfied with the outcome.

"When did you start speaking with that kind of language?" Cass asked, snickering, looking up from her phone.

"Lately, actually."

"Because of Gilinsky, huh?"

"Yep." She was right. It's because I was always so frustrated around him, and it lead to me speaking in a more forceful and disruptive tone than usual.

She returned to scrolling through her Twitter timeline, I'm guessing, because she's always on that app. Her eyes enlarged for the tiniest second, before dilating back to normal size, as she bit down the inside of her cheek.

"Cass, what is it?" I asked her.

She looked up from her phone, trying to look into my eyes, but diverting them somewhere else then back at me, "What? Nothing?" she spoke in her high-pitched voice

But I knew better than that. I knew that if her voice changes, she's lying, and when she bites the inside of her cheek, she's nervous but she doesn't want to show it. "Cass, give me your phone."

"It's nothing," she restated, moving her hand away when I reached out to grab her phone.

"If it's nothing, then show me your phone," I challenged, holding out my hand, palm facing up.

"Just leave it!" she exclaimed, slumping down on her seat, continuing to scroll down her timeline.

My curiosity was getting the better of me, so when she didn't expect it, I leaned over on my chair, getting a closer look at her screen. She noticed immediately when my chair squeaked, giving me off, and scrolled quickly past what she was looking at earlier.

It wasn't fast enough, because I caught a glimpse of the picture she was hiding from me. In the picture, the part where I saw very clearly, was a guy. Not just any guy, it was Jack. Why would Cass hide a picture of Jack from me? It's just a picture right?