With You // J.G

Chapter 6

Gabrielle's POV

I sort of sleep through the night. Nightmares are nothing more than just normal dreams. I mainly wake up because I hear a noise. I've learned to be a light sleeper because I need to always be aware. What if my parents come in during the night and try to hurt me? I have to be prepared.

Mrs. Finnegan didn't even tell me what time her son's coming. I climb down the ladder and slowly walk along the sidewalk, down to the corner of my street. I feel really awkward about this. The guy is probably going to try to talk to me. I hate that about people who speak. They expect everyone to speak and be like them. News flash: not eveyone speaks. Find some other way to talk to me by not speaking.

There's a silver, small, but expensive Mercedes Benz sitting in front of the stop sign on the corner of my street. Each step closer to the car makes me want to take 100 steps back. I don't even want to know who's behind the wheel. Is it too late to just run away? Did he see me? I can just skip school. I got it, I'll just sit in the back seat behind him and keep my head down.

I think he sees me but I don't look at him once. I take the seat directly behind him. The car reaks of cologne and smoke.

"You wanna come up to the front?" I lift my head. Who's voice did I just hear? It can't be his. It's not him. But it is him. Jack Gilinsky. My mouth hangs open for a few seconds and I can't move.

"C'mon." He pats the passenger seat and unlocks the door. I panic. I actually get up and move to the seat next to him. He takes the car out of park and then drives.

So many thoughts are running around my mind right now. Does anyone else know that Jack's Mrs. Finnegan's son? Probably not. If I didn't know, I don't think anyone else knows. Except maybe his best friend, Jack Johnson.

"You're in most of my classes," Jack says trying to make conversation. Why does everyone bring up how many classes you have with them around here? I mean, I know we're in Omaha, Nebraska... "The boring state" but there has to be some celebrity gossip or something to talk about. Not just the amount of classes you have with someone. Seriously.

"What happened to your cheek?" he asks for the 80th time in the past day. He stops at a red light and stares at me. I look down and don't reply.

"Do you talk?" he asks. If I talked, I would be screaming at him right now. If someone's not speaking, then I wouldn't talk to them and annoy the crap out of them, not keep talking to them. Instead of punching him, causing an accident, I shake my head no until he looks over at me.

When we approach the world's longest red light, Jack pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

"Hm?" he offers me one but I just roll my eyes a look away. While we're still stopped at the light, Jack lights the cigarette and breathes out the smoke. He rolls the window down, places the cigarette in his left hand and holds it out the window. I regret not taking one when he offered; I left my pack in my room. I stare at the pack resting in the cup holder. He notices me staring.

"Do you want one?" he asks with a slightly annoyed tone. But, not as annoyed as my voice would be if I was talking to him. He pulls one out and the hands it to me. I place the cigarette between my lips and lean slightly forward as he lights it for me.

The person behind us honks, causing me to jump and choke on the smoke trying to escape my body. Jack honks back at them louder and longer.

"Hey you okay?" he asks. As I'm coughing my lungs out, I nod. I'm not okay, I'm never okay.

We arrive at school and everyone stares us down. Everyone whispers about us. I almost forgot that he was the most popular guy in the school. Either they're calling me a slut or a wannabe. I speed into the school and get to homeroom. 10 minutes later, Jack and Kate enter followed by Amber and Hayes.

Amber gives me a kind smile. I just look away. I can hear everyone in homeroom talking about how I showed up to school with Jack today. I know Kate probably isn't very fond of that. Tell that to his mom.

I'm used to everyone staring at me and talking behind my back. A lot of people come up to me and ask me about Jack.

"Why were you with Jack? Slut."

"Jack's with Kate!"

"You don't even deserve to breathe the same air as him."

I burry my face in my book, hiding from the world. This is why I hate highschool. Everyone cares more about their egos than their grades. Everyone cares more about their bodies than being kind. It's annoying as hell.
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Luckily today's Friday. That means I don't have to be in the same car as Jack until Monday. I walk out of school and I see Jack leaning against his car with Kate. I just want to pour acid on them. Seriously. Get a room. As I'm passing them Jack kisses Kate and then tries to catch up to me.

"Hey I'm driving you home." I thought he was just driving me to school, not from. I shake my head in disagreement.

"Oh okay." He walks away. Him and Kate get in his car.

About halfway to my house, my feet start to ache. I take a seat on the curb. I rest my head in my hands. Each day I get these really bad headaches. I have nothing to help me though. It's not like my parents buy asprin or something like that. My head is pounding and it feels like my heart traveled up into my throat. I ball my hands into fists and slightly hit my head. Stop. Stop. Stop the pain. I hate this. A car pulls up next to me. My vision is blurry and I can't quite make out who's right in front of me.

"Hey you okay?" It was Jack. Ugh, doesn't he know when he's not wanted? I start to walk away but I fall to the ground.

"Hey. Gab!" I hear a car door open and then I feel someone at my side. Did he just call me Gab? Ew no. Can he just stop. I cough and then give him a thumbs up. Eventhough I feel horrible, I just want him to go away.

"You're not okay!" My eyes widen at his words. No one's ever said that to me before. Those three words are the three words I've been needing to hear since forever. He places his hand on my shoulder. I flinch and turn around. My vision turns back to normal but now I hear ringing in my ear. Hold in the tears. I tell myself.

"Come here." He pulls me up and sits me down in his car. I try to fight him but I'm so weak and my head is still pounding. I rest my head on my right hand which is leaning on the window. He drives me to my street.

"Which one is your house?" he asks as he slowly passes every house on my street. I shake my head. He stops and then I get out of the car. Can he just leave now? I don't need him. I stand on the side of the street until he leaves.

I get into my room and tiptoe over to my journal on the floor. I begin to write as much as my hand allows me.
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The next day is Saturday. Every weekend, I go to the mall to get away from my parents. I sit in the food court most of the day and watch everything happening around me. A little kid is crying because he wanted the remote control airplane, there are annoying middle schoolers thinking they're cool walking around and taking pictures, and then there's Jack and Kate. I stare at them in disgust. Then there's Hayes smiling at me. I look away and then walk out of the mall. I guess I'll just go to the park across the street. I sit down on the swing and just think. Nothing in particular. Just the usual stuff. I sometimes think about what it'd be like if I just died right here. I doubt any of the annoying little kids and their parents would care.

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