TEMPTATION 2 // JG

Chapter SEVENTEEN

Just as my luck would have it, on the eve of my 19th birthday, I've received a plethora of mixed reactions from every girl in the Jack and Jack fandom. Some were just pissed off that I was back together with Jack and they all had no idea that I'm still recovering from a drug incident that almost killed me & took some of my memory with it. They have no idea about half the shit Jack and I have gone through. Some things just don't need to be broadcasted. We didn't even announce anything to social media, period. But thanks to a few enemies, rumors (some which are true) have circulated. The lovely Jordyn Woods had outed my Twitter name to a couple people in private messages and they just spread it everywhere.

My Twitter mentions were in shambles and filled with so much hate. I couldn't even read the positive comments.

- Is it tru she's dating Jack G?
- Does any1 know her Instagram? Her pic is only of her face. Bet the bitch is fat.
- Ewww Jack, do better!
- Ughhh just die you fucking whore! Then Jack&Jack will get back 2gether!

Everything was horrible. There were a few nice ones I finally found, though.

- If you don't love who Jack loves then ur not a true fan! Love you Lauren, be strong!
- You're gorgeous, fuck what the haters say mama
- Lauren + Jack = MOM & DAD

That last one freaked me out a bit but I knew it had good intention. I didn't understand how so much hate could be directed toward someone they didn't know personally. I was tempted to write them all back, handing out 'STFU' responses or thank you's depending on the recipient. But I knew that would only make things worse.

I guess I looked troubled as I sat on the bed, eyes fixated on my Macbook screen. Jack kept glancing at me from the living room until he finally decided to get up.

"What's wrong?" He asked me in the doorway.

I sniffled and shut my laptop. "Nothing. What should we do for dinner?"

He smirked, trying not to laugh. "Were you watching porn?"

I bursted into laughter. "Umm, I wish that's what I was looking at."

"You shouldn't have to wish." He walked over to me and sat down. "We can always make our own."

"Intriguing. But, I'm not really in the mood right now."

"That's weird, you're always in the mood. What's wrong?"

I scoffed and stood up, heading toward the kitchen. "Ask your fans." As I looked into the fridge, Jack starts going through his phone. "I feel like having steak, I just don't wanna cook it. Any dinner suggestions?"

Jack didn't respond. When I looked at him, his jaw was clenching as he glared into his phone. "You shouldn't have to go through this," he muttered.

"There's really nothing we can do about it. Just have to let it blow over, is all." I close the fridge and walk back into the bedroom. I climb onto the bed and hug him from behind. He takes a deep breath, rubbing my arms. His head leans back and he kisses me on the cheek.

"I'll cook the steaks, babe," he offered.

"As if you had a choice," I joked.

He smiles while biting his lip and quickly turns around to playfully attack me, making me laugh, which I needed. When Jack finally stops, he hops off me and lightly slaps me on the ass.

"That's for being a smartass," he winks.

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Jack's POV