reckless idiots (j. gilinsky / s. wilkinson) - on hold

Chapter 2

"Ok, so how are we parting for the trip?" I ask as we're all standing in a big circle in front my house, next to the car.

"You need to come with us." Jack says as he pulls me into him.

"Yeah, come on, Chlo, the Omaha Squad needs to be complete." Johnson whines.

I give the girls an apologetic look and nod towards the three impatient guys.

"Of course you couldn't say no, the temptation was irresistible." Gilinsky says pointing to himself.

"Like I'd ever be interested!" I answer flinging my hair as I walk inside the car.

"She's just playing hard to get." He chuckles explaining the situation.

Everyone laughs at his dumb comment and I can't help but flip them off.

In a matter of seconds everyone's inside the cars, ready for leaving.

I'm currently in the driver's seat since it's my car and I can do whatever the hell I want and I'm really just sick of Jack's flirting.

"Stop smoking, Chloe, it's bad for you." Gilinsky tells me and takes my ciggarette away from me.

He starts smoking it himself and I give him a look.

"Get your own ciggarettes, buddy! Those shits cost money!" I tell him whilst the guys in the back burst into laughter.

"Yeah, man, I don't have an unlimitied supply of those!" Sam comments as Gilinsky grins. He knows I'm smoking illegally and Sam is the one who buys me ciggarettes.

"Dude, it's been such a long time since we last went to the lake house, I miss that place!" Johnson changes the subject and I mentally thank him since talking about my smoking was getting boring and pointless.

"Me too! I've been waiting since the beginning of school. The weather was such a fuck up until now." I said.

"Do we have marshmallows?" Gilinsky questions as if he remembered he had to do something important.

"Yeah, Sammy bought some." I told him.

"Why don't you have a nickname for me as well?" Jack asked with a fake puppy expression on his face.

"You're not that special and Gilinsky is enough for you." I respond simply.

"Why is Sam so special?"

"He gets me ciggs and alcohol and takes me to concerts, what do you do?"

"I'm your guilty pleasure, Chloe, don't we all know that?"

I snort.

"Are you high, Gilinsky? Or should I call you Gilinskinky?"

"Call me whatever you want, you know whose name you'll be moaning tonight." He finishes off with a wink.

"I'm gonna throw you out of this car, I swear."

"Feisty." He says leaning back into his seat. I roll my eyes and focus on driving. After all, I'd rather bang Gilinsky than end up in a coma.

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"I don't think you driving was the best idea in the world." I say a little frustrated at how Gilinsky got us lost in the middle of nowhere. He kept complaining about my fast driving so I gave up and let him drive.

"Chloe, I know what I'm doing, trust me. I've been here way too many times to miss the turn." He defends himself.

"Oh, really? Where's Nash, then? I bet they're already at the lake house and we're lost in a random place forgotten by everyone!" I throw my hands up in frustration.

"Chill, baby, we're gonna get there soon."

"Don't fucking baby me, you idiot. Just admit the fact that we're lost already!"

Sam and Johnson exchange a look.

"Dude, just stop the car and let's call them." Sam says and I make a note to myself to thank him later because Jack is being an annoying fuck at the moment and he managed to stop him.

I dial Nash's number and wait for him to answer but I'm not surprised when I see there is no signal. Great, exactly what we needed.

"Ok, we're officially lost. I told you you should've taken the left turn but no, you had to be a stubborn little shit and take the right one!" I yell at Jack while giving him a dirty look.

"Chloe, come on, don't get mad at me, you know you'd much rather be lost with me then have to spend time with everyone else." He winks but at this point I can't take it anymore.

"It's not the damn time for your perverted thoughts, Gilinsky. Get me to the fucking lake house and stop being such an idiot."

"You're so hot when you're mad." He states with a smug look on his face.

"Jack, chill, man. Don't push her limits." Johnson jumps in.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, Chloe. I'll try to drive us back there." Gilinsky says sounding like a little child who just broke momma's vase.

"You better because it's cold as shit and I'm getting tired." I say and climb into the back of the car.

After a few more minutes of trying to call the others I give up and the guys finally get back into the car. Gilinsky is the driver, Johnson sits in the passenger's seat and I'm left with Sammy in the backseats.

Since I'm legit freezing there and the car is not the most comfortable place to sleep in I pull my knees to my face and rest my head on them. But my little moment of sadness doesn't last for long. I feel Sam getting closer to me so I open my eyes to his smile. He pats his lap so I can sit on it and without hesitation I place myself onto his lap and rest my head onto his chest. In a matter of seconds I feel something warm covering my shoulders but I can't bother finding out what it is right now.

Just as I'm about to pass out, some really unexpected thing happens. Sam kisses the top of my head and I internally scream like I've just seen the biggest spider in history. The feeling is absolutely insane and I can't help but blush hoping he won't notice.