"Becca!" I hear a voice. I open my eyes and Jack is sitting on the edge of the bed with his hand on my shoulder.
I am totally confused as to what was I doing that made him wake me up.
"Becca, are you alright? You were having a bad dream." He says with concern in his eyes. I look through the room and the sun is starting to get out. I feel my body covered in sweat and grimace at the realization.
"Yeah..." I respond. "I think I was." I sit up from the bed and look at him. Images from the dream quickly flash through my head. He's still staring at me. "You good?" I ask.
"Mhmm, yeah." He cocks his head. "You were kind of panting. I got worried... that's all." He stands up. Fuck. The morning wood. I avert my eyes to some other point in the room and see my clothes on his room's sofa. I check myself and I remembered he gave me a t shirt for me to sleep on with.
He makes his way to the bathroom.
"Hey." I call.
"Yeah?" He turns around.
"Thank you for last night. I'm really sorry for being a burden. I didn't mean to get that wast—"
"You're not a burden, Rebecca." He smiles. "I just wanna make sure you're okay." He lifts up his brows and closes the bathroom door.
Where does that leave us? Or leaves me?
Fuck. I do feel like a fucking burden.
I grab my phone from the nightstand and I have five missed calls from Nate. Fuck Nate. He got so fucking wasted. Well, I did to. I could've slept at Johnson's. I mean, why did Jack took care of me? Did I say something to him I will regret if I found out what it was? Well, he was kind of nice just a moment ago. Shit.
Did someone told him to take me to his place? Why am I not at my house? Oh, fuck mental lapses. I wish I could remember what the fuck happened. Jack drove all the way from Santa Barbara to his place. Just for me. Why wasn't Nicole with him? Oh my god, I think I mentioned her in my trip. Fuck me.
I get up and take off Jack's shirt. It smells like him. Well, everything in this house smells like him. Shit. Why am I feeling like this? I look at myself in the mirror. It's not like I'm ugly but I don't have the face of a supermodel. I groan at my own thoughts. I should get home just so I can be miserable in my loneliness.
I grab my dress which is... neatly folded. Did he do this? Whoa, he must have unzipped it for me. Did he see me naked? I smile to myself. Fuck. I scold myself for smiling. I put on my dress, my heels and grab my purse. I should be getting out of here before he gets out the bathroom and this gets more uncomfortable. I open Lyft and just when I was about to order it I hear it.
"What you doing?" He asks and when I turn back, the first thing I notice is how loosely his towel is hanging from his hips.
"I should go." I say.
"Why?" He asks. "I was about to order some food... Or we can go grab breakfast."
"Wh—what?" I stutter and let out a chuckle. He makes it look so easy. Why do boys do this?
"What's so funny?" He asks. "We're not fighting. Are we?"
I remember the call between us when I had this party at my house. Shit, and he went to Frisco. After Laguna, this is the first time I actually see him all sober. He's sitting on his bed with just a towel on and his girlfriend is not here. No, I can't. If I do I will be a fucking clown who can't get her shit together. I can't like a guy who has a girlfriend and treats me like shit. But, does he treats me like shit?
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Best I Ever Had // Jack Gilinsky
Fanfiction"Last night I knew what to say. But you weren't there to hear it." He says with his jaw clenched and with tears forming on his eyes. "What was it though?" I ask. . . . In which a girl, that's not innocent at all, finds herself surrounded by hurt and...
