Inescapable (Jack Gilinsky)

Chapter 3

The nerve of that guy. Always assholes like that coming in and out of the house, Claire. Don't even worry about it, I tried to tell myself.

I decided because I couldn't finish my god damn cereal I could go out of get some brunch. I hit up my best friend Matt and see what he's up to. He always knows how to make me smile.

A half and hour is nothing to get ready, so I keep on what I'm wearing and just put on some eyeliner, foundation, and mascara. I put on some Chapstick throw it in my brown purse and walk out.

When I jump in my black Range Rover I realize I left my phone inside. I groan and jump right back out of it. As I'm walking inside I look at the stove for the time, 7:00. Good everyone will be asleep.

I mean hopefully everyone, hopefully that dickhead went back to sleep. As I scrimmage through the piles of clothes in my room I hear laughing. I turn to look at my doorway.

"Are you missing this sweetcheeks?" he says holding up my black iPhone 5S with a smirk spread all across his face. "Okay, two questions. Why the hell were you in my stuff, and why did you feel the need to take my phone?l" I say annoyance setting in.

"I have better things to do then to search through you're things. You left it in the kitchen and I heard someone awake, didn't know you were still here, went to the first open room I saw, and voila." He says handing me my phone.

"Oh um thanks then?" I saw unsure of what I sound like. "Don't worry about it princess, I'll just have you repay me later tonight with that rocking body." He says eyeing me up and down and licking his lips. "Prick." I mumble.

He laughs. "That's not what you're gonna be saying tonight." I roll me eyes and walk past him in the narrow doorway. I can feel his hand brush up against my ass.

I ignore all impulses to bitch slap him and walk back out to my car. I plug in my phone and start playing some music. "Your bitch call me big daddy. Tell that bitch I'm big daddy." I sing along to one of Nicki's new songs.

When I arrive at the diner sure enough I see Matt in one of the booths. While I'm standing here looking like shit, he's wearing a red tank top, tan khaki shorts, red vans, and some black Ray bans.

"Well hello mr. Matthew." I greet him with an off guard hug from behind. "Hello mrs. Matthew." He says winking and wiggling his eyebrow. "Shut up Matt" I say through giggling.

We aren't a thing, if that's what you're thinking. We're best friends that flirt a lot. It's friendly innocent flirting so I don't see a problem. He's my best friend no matter what and I tell him everything.

"So who's that jerk off who scared you this morning?" He says casually looking at the menu. "I think his name is Jack. Jack G-" Matt cuts me off. "Jack Gilinsky? Please please please don't talk to him next time he's at you're house. That kids nothing but bad news." He says sternly.

As big of a douche he is, as much as I know I shouldn't want anything to do with him, I crave for me and Jack's next encounter.