Awkward (Jack Gilinsky fan fiction)

Chapter Five

        This was it. I had to face the dreaded moment of comfronting Jack about our whole situation. 

"I had fun today in history with you," Jack smiled, shyly. "Paige, I don't know what you want me to say. We both miss each other, and Jack was right. Look at us, I never wear sweatpants." 

"Jack," I took his left hand with my right, "Jack, I'm a mess without you. I've never cried more in my life, and I absolutely hate crying." Jack pushed me against the wall. His lips touched mine, and in between each kiss he mumbled "It doesn't have to be this way". 

        When I was with Jack, I was in another world. A better world; a world where my appearance doesn't matter, where there is nothing bad but the time we aren't togther.

"Jack, stop." He pulled himself away from me with a cleched jaw. "I'm sorry-"

"Stop saying that, Paige! Fuck, you apologize for things you don't need to, and you need to realize that this whole thing - the reason we aren't togther right now is all because of me! None of this is your fault, and it hurts when you say 'I'm sorry'. Please, it's bullshit."

I couldn't hold it in anymore; "JACK! This is all bullshit! If things weren't so weird right now, I jump on you and kiss you for you hours, maybe more! Jack I love you, this is all stupid, but things are just too weird and screwed up right now, okay?! For the love of God, stop making this harder on me than it already is! Stop kissing me, stop saying you love me, stop trying to make things right! I can't take this little fuckery bull-minded shit of yours anymore. I'm so-" I stopped myself from saying it. Jacks face turned sadder than I've ever seen it. He looked down and just breathed. He didn't look up for a few moments, his eyes closed. 

"Jack?" I hesitated. His eyes opened and he looked up. His chest got bigger per pant, his breathing getting heavier. The was getting over tempered, a problem he had when he was little. I grabbed his hand and sat him down, myself by his side. I sat in a ball outside of his chest, his arms wrapped all the way around me. I rested my head back on his shoulder. It was silient, the only noise being Jack's heavy breathing. He was starting to cool down. 

"You're the only person can calm me," Jack panted. We sat there in silence. When the bell rang, Jack sighed. 

"It's fine, l-let's just skip class. Don't worry." I comforted Jack. 

Jack's voice got soft, "Paige, can we just talk this out, no yelling?" I nodded my head, as he hesitantly released me from his arms. We continued to sit on the floor, directly next to each other. He rested his hands on my legs. "Ok, let's talk." I began. 

"How can you find a way to make things better?" Jack asked.

"Let's just try again? I give up on solutions." I grieved. 

"If that's the case, then... Paige, I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner with me tonight? You know, our second-first date?" Jack laughed. 

"Hmmmm... okay!" I wasn't so sure about this, but I knew that it would make Jack happier to just restart. I only wanted to do what would make him happiest. 

        That night, I wore a large, gray, t-shirt dress with black tights and my lace up ankle booties, again. I wasn't prepared for anything big or fancy. Around 7:30, Jack knocked on my door. When I opened it, Jack was wearing a a black tux, holding a pink rose. 

"Wow am I under-dressed..." I joked. 

"Actually, I'm just a bit over dressed I think." Jack agreed. 

"Thank you for the flower," I smiled. 

        This all felt weird. I knew things weren't the same, and I think that Jack did, too. Halfway through the car ride of silence, Jack pulled over on the side of the road. There was no one around, just us.