Jack Gilinsky Rebel // A Magcon Fanfic

Chap. 23

I just lay on my bed, expecting a text back right away. Instead, I get a comment on one of my instagram photos. It's the one where im standing on the front porch with Cameron. The comment says,

That's your house, right?

You would never guess who said it either. Okay, maybe you would. Kyle. That's honestly super creepy.

All of a sudden, Jodi's car steams out of the driveway, and I hear a familiar car pull up. I race to my window and it confirms my suspicions. It's Kyle. He was obviously waiting for someone to leave.

I race down the stairs just as Kyle reaches the front door and opens it. How the fuck did he get in the house? I stop dead in my tracks as a smirk forms across his mouth. He walks up to me and embraces me in a hug, but I push him off. He stumbles back, drunk.

Disgust spreads across my face, "I told you I didn't fucking wanna see you, goddamn," I say slapping my thigh. His smile fades.

"You really have changed, haven't you?" he asks. I nod with a fake smile trying to get him to leave.

"How'd you even find out where I fucking live?" I ask, angry now.

He laughs, "I actually thought you could maybe lend me a room for a few nights," he says and steps forward, grabbing my wrist. She's trying to act kind of normal now.

"Hell no!" I push him off, "and dont touch me!"

He looks sad, "c'mon, I'll do anything," he then moves his hand for my thigh, "anything."

What the fuck is going on. He drove all the way here to ask for a room and try to make a move? Fuck no.

I hear footsteps behind me while I shove his hand away for the second time. He stumbles back again and we both look and see Cam storming across the living room. Shirtless. He probably just woke up.

"What's going on here, Sam?" he asks standing right next to me in the doorway. He eyes Kyle.

"I was just telling Kyle to leave," I say looking from Cam to Kyle blankly. I can't tell him what exactly happen, or I know Cameron will make a big scene.

Kyle looks pissed, "who the fuck are you?!" he asks Cam.

Cameron laughs, "I'm Cameron, and I don't give a fuck who you are. Just get the hell off my porch or I'm gonna kick your ass!" He yells with a tone I've never heard before.

Kyle takes a step back, "I'll be back, Sam. I will," he says pointing a finger at me.

Cam steps forward and points back at him, "if you do come back, be prepared to get fucked the fuck up!" He yells.

A few seconds later, Kyle speeds out of Chino. Cam's panting and for some reason, I am too.