Jack Gilinsky Rebel // A Magcon Fanfic

Chap. 34

I quickly stop laughing and run up the stairs. "Sam!" Shawn calls after me, but I ignore him. I run into the bathroom, and slam the door shut. I sit down, and grab my knees, panting.

Why am I acting like this? I ask myself. I pull myself together and walk into the room with Jack. I wake him up, "wake up baby," I say. He slowly rises, "Hey," he says deeply.

I smile, "let's go home," I suggest. He puts on some clothes, and we leave.

***

Jack starts the car, and rubs his eyes. "I enjoyed last night," he says in his sexy morning voice.

I laugh, "so did I," I say back.

He holds the steering wheel with one hand, and my hand with the other one. He starts driving, and we ride in a comfortable silence.

We pull up to my house, and he leans over and kisses me, hard. It's turns into making out, then I pull away. "I have to go," I say, kissing him one last time. I get out, Jack slapping my butt, and I run inside.

I close the door, and look into the kitchen. Cam has Nash and Taylor over. "Hey, guys," I say walking over.

They avoid eye contact, "guys!" I yell.

They look up finally. I look to Cam. "What's going on?" I ask.

He stands up with his jaw clenched. "I saw you with Gilinsky," he says. My cheeks go red and I swallow hard.

"Just now?" I ask. He nods, "and every other fucking time," he says. He slams his hand on the table.

"Calm, down Cameron!" I say looking away.

He grabs my wrists lightly, "he's bad news, Sam." he says.

I pull away, "no he's not. He's actually very nice and sweet, Cam. And I don't need your permission for who I want to see," I say stepping back.

He sighs, "fine, do what you want." he says and sits down.

I stomp my foot, and run upstairs. I pack a few outfits, a charger, a jacket all in my backpack. I write a note.

"To whom this may concern,
I did leave, and don't bother coming after me. I'll come back when I'm ready. I'm just done with all this crap. Don't worry about me, I'll stay away from LA.... maybe"

I then sneak out my window, and sprint out of chino... again.