Jack Gilinsky Rebel // A Magcon Fanfic

Chap. 21

I lay out a towel right by the damp sand, close to the water. The boys all take off their shirts and I can't help but stare. I decide to ask, "so when are Jack and Sammy coming?"

Matt throws down his shirt and looks at me, "isn't that them?" He points at two figures walking towards us. It is them, shit. Act natural- you're still mad at Jack.

I quickly rest on my elbows and put on my sunglasses. My hair is curly and fluffy since I let it be natural today. I notice how tan i've gotten. I guess this is what Cali does without you even knowing it.

I hear the boys say, "what's up, man," and I see Jack in the corner of my eye. He looks my way, and looks at me until Cam suggests they get in the water.

"You coming, Sam?" I hear Sammy ask me. He stands by me without his shirt on. Good lord.

I look at him and smile, then around at Jack from the corner of my eye.

"No, I'm gonna stay here... and tan," I say.

He nods, "well you know where we are," and then runs into the water, tackling Johnson.

I lay flat on my back with my arms at my side, and close my eyes. I doze off, then I feel hands under me.

I open my eyes and see Taylor, "Taylor put me down!" I yell and kick my legs as he runs towards the water.

He laughs, "you look a little hot,"

"I mean it is 96 degrees," I say loudly as he gets closer. I slap Taylor's chest but it's no use. Nothing seems to hurt him. In a few seconds, I'm in the water.

I spit out the water that got in my mouth. Ew, it's so fucking salty.

"Never been to the beach before?" I hear Cam ask me. He seems salty that Taylor just picked me up.

I scrunch my nose, "nope."

***

On the way back, I ride with Johnson, Taylor, Matt, and Jack G. Eye roll.

"You guys wanna grab some tacos?" Johnson asks pointing to a taco bell. They honestly eat so much all the time, of course they all agree.

Occasionally I would catch Jack glaring at me, but just ignored it. We pull into a parking space. "Who wants to go in?" Asks Johnson parking the car.

"I'm not," I say, tired from the beach. Then this happens.

"Me either, just get me the usual," says Jack G.

I try not to yell at him. Johnson shrugs, "okay." Then everyone else goes in.

The lights go down, so it's dim. I cross my arms. I feel Jack's beautiful -deceiving eyes on me.

"You're gonna have to talk to me sometime," he says in a cute voice that sounds so innocent.

I roll my eyes, "what do you want me to say? No, I never fucked Sam, okay?!" I snap.

He lets out a breath, "okay, god damn." He replies like he's offended by how hostile I seem but he's really kidding. That's the Jack I know.

I turn my head back at him, and smile a little. "I hope you don't hate me," I say. He looks tired and rolls his eyes.

"I would never hate you," then he leans across the middle seat that's separating us, puts his warm hand on my jaw, and kisses me.