Instant. (A Jack Gilinsky Fan Fiction)

chapter 19 | same mistakes

All I was ever thinking about this weekend was Jack.

I couldn't get him out of my head. It was like he demanded to stay in my thoughts. I wouldn't blame him since that kiss was the last I've ever even came close to contact with him ever again. I've tried calling but then I remembered, it wasn't me who should be apologizing.

God but I wasn't at all sorry it happened. He should at least explain something to me. I don't know, I've never been more confused in my entire life. There has only been one other guy before all this and that's all history now. Either way, it's been a while and well, it's different with Jack.

All this time, I was laying in bed. The feeling of his lips pressed against mine was still fresh to the touch. I've never experienced something like that.

No one knows what happened. I made sure no one found out. Imagine if Ashton knew Jack kissed me. Lets just say that that'll be the last of the guy. During my first few days here Ash made it clear that he wanted no funny business between any of us strictly due to work and friendship. I understand where he was coming from that because we're all connected with the band and if something doesn't end up going right, it won't be as comforting anymore. I get that he's trying to protect us all like he's always have... I just don't think this time it concerns him.

I need to find out for sure what happened the other day.

Tugging my jeans up to my hips, I zipped it up. My hands fiddled across the rest of the hangers in my closet as I tried to find something appropriate to wear. I finally pulled out a grey sweater and plopped it over my head. Checking the weather from this morning I recalled that it was 27°. Oh how much I wish it was as nice and warm again as it was two days ago.

I didn't mind the cold though. I was going to see Jack and that was final. I've already made a reservation for a cab that'll be here shortly and still, my cousin doesn't suspect a thing.

I leaned over to grab my white vans from beneath my clothes, sitting on my carpet floor to quickly put them on. Standing back up I went to look in the mirror. My hair was alright in its natural loose curls and I had already done my makeup before hand. It wasn't much but it was good enough to cover up a little.

Right besides my mirror was a coat hanger to which I quickly whipped out my olive green coat and put it on. The next object I pulled out before I stepped out into Southern Antarctica was my white scarf and matching beanie.

I was ready for this. I had to talk to him.

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I stepped out of the cab after paying my fair. The sounds of it driving away left me watching the house in front of me. I couldn't help it, a small smile curved into my lips. A few flakes of snow melting on the surface of my warm cheeks as I continued to get nervous.

My footsteps guided me to the front porch of Jack's house. It was just like I remembered it. The scenery reminding me a lot of a modern cottage.

I took one big breath to release how nervous I was before bringing my hand up to knock on the door.

I stood out waiting. I even looked out just in time to catch a nosey neighbor quickly hide behind the curtain they were looking out from. I guess they're not used to seeing much visitors come into the Gilinsky house before dark. It was then I really started thinking to myself and asked just how many girls do come here after hours..

"Zoey?" I was completely unaware of the door in front of me opening that when I looked up I was surprised to see a shirtless figure standing in front of me.

"Hi, Jack." I didn't necessarily smile. Instead I just stood there with my hands in the front pockets of my coat. It was hard to look into his eyes, recalling that last time I saw them I noticed regret and that was after he.. you know...