Inescapable (Jack Gilinsky)

Chapter 2

I woke up at around sixish and mentally cursed at myself for listening in on the boys conversation last night. Things would be rather awkward this morning. I got up and started to pick out an outfit when I realized it was Saturday.

I sighed in relief and put on some moccasins to warm my feet. I walked out to the kitchen and started to put together some cereal.

It was really early, still 6:15. I didn't expect anybody to be up. Especially after the drunken fight yesterday night, hangovers a bitch.

I was pouring milk into the bowl when the door opened, scaring the shit out of me. I dropped the milk on the floor getting it everywhere. "Sorry about that. What's your name again?" The boy said.

From what I recall from last night I think his name is Jack. I roll my eyes and start to clean up the milk that was supposed to be in my cereal, but is now all over the ground.

I look up at this asshole. He's standing there drinking straight up vodka watching me clean up the mess he caused. What a dick. "You know normally, a girl tells me her name before getting on her knees in front of me." He says smirking.

"You're gross, don't talk to me. I can practically see the STD infected baby carrot you call a dick from here." I spit back feeling a sudden urge of confidence wash over me. "Calm down I was just messing with you. You're pretty quick to talk to me like that. With that pretty little mouth of yours, I wonder what else it can do." He says in a monotone voice.

Like what he said wasn't disrespectful and rude at all. "My fucking house asshole, talk to me like that again and you can leave." I say all in one breathe.
He walks closer to me and I try my best not to stare at his toned chest.

He is now inches away from my face. Why am I not stopping this? He looks from my eyes to my lips. I panic at the fact that I haven't pulled away yet. I grab a water from behind me and splash it on his face.

Yeah so that probably wasn't the best way to go about it but I swear I felt like I was in a hypnosis. "What the fuck is your problem?!" He yelled at me. "You tried to kiss me, douchebag." I say nonchalantly.

He laughs, a laugh that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "Then why didn't you pull away? Don't kid yourself sweetheart. You wanted to kiss me." He says smirking incredulously. "Oh please, dream on." I scoff.

He laughs and shakes his head, "I don't need to dream, baby. I have a different girl every night. Girls just like you, you're disposable you see." I give him the dirtiest look I can muster up. "Except for one thing, I don't sleep with cocky bastards like you." I said and walked away.

This kid I had just met was already waving in my thoughts and stuck under my skin.