"Jack!" His name left my lips along with a breath of air, liberating me from the burdens that buried me these past few days. "Jack, I have something to–" My words fell short when I heard a breathless harmony behind the wooden barrier of his room. Few, dreadful, possibilities entered my thoughts as to what those sounds could be, yet still I found myself twisting the cold metal doorknob to reveal the truth. Upon entering, I stood for a moment in shock, my brain unable to process the event quickly enough for me to turn away. Instead, I took a double glance in pure refusal to believe the sight before me, though I thoroughly regretted it when I made out a small, petite figure tucked beneath his broad one. I watched him move for a split second before my eyes darted towards the clock. When I realized the time had read 11:59 P.M., only one thought sparked my mind. He had lost the bet, and I had lost all feelings that I had racked up in the thirty day period we shared together. Correction – the twenty-nine days we shared together because that neanderthal of a man couldn't even bear with me for thirty.
So if he couldn't, who could? No man, I presumed.
YOU ARE READING
Twenty-Nine // J.G.
Fanfiction"You're a player, you flirt with every girl you can get your hands on, and I bet you can't date a girl for two days, let alone thirty!" "Deal." All throughout high school, Jack Gilinsky and Marley Santana lived in polar opposite worlds, and because...
