You love I // jolinsky

Opposites attract

Jack Johnson's POV

I wake up with a massive head ace in a room that is unfamiliar. I turn around to find Jack Gilinsky's arms around my waist and I'm cuddled in his bare chest.

"What!" I yell and jump up. He shoots up and falls out of bed. "What?" He said. "Holy god did I have sex and sleep with you!?" I yells. I touch myself to make I have all my clothes on and I do. "How in gods name did I get here??" I question. " you didn't really sleep with me. We didn't have "fun", I just slept in the same bed as you." He Smiles.

" your telling me that I slept with someone who bully's me? You're not even gay." I sit on the bed. "I know but you are." He sits next to me. I look up him. "Here take your shirt and never talk about this again." I take off the shirt and give it to him. "Wow sassy much?" He chuckles. I put on my shirt and walk out.

Jack later came out out fully dressed. We get outside and he grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. "Look I'm really sorry this happened." He said. " you Basically did a one night stand with me." I crossed my arms. "No. We just slept in the same bed. We didn't fuck. Why do you even care your gay anyways!" He complained. "It's gonna make me look like a hoe." I fume.

He sighed. "Look I'm sorry." His face softened, fiddling with his bracelets.

"You say that every day at school when you slam me against the locker or when you call me faggot." I say with my voice cracking at the end and me rubbing my face, not a good time to cry Johnson.

"Look ill make it up to you." He says. "by....um... Taking you out to dinner!" He smiles. I stay silent and think about it. "But you're not even gay." I mumble, looking to the ground.

 "I'm b-bisexual." He stutters and quickly turns back in the house, i am assuming he realized how he came out. I won't lie I could see it. Bad boy having a soft spot for men. 

My eyes widen and I run to the door but he closed it. " please open the door Jack." I say.

He opened the door and fell in arms. "I'm sorry for bullying you. Jack I've been regretting it since the first time I've done it. I mean look at you. Not to sound crazy, but you aren't a bad and bad-looking human. I truly am Sorry." He Cried.

 "We all make mistakes, but these hurt me, emotionally and physically. But we all deserve a second chance. Besides I could've been dead, if it wasn't for you. So yeah, you can make it up to me over dinner." I smile, feeling like a genuine good person.

"Really?" He looks up with a smile, that didn't fail to make me feel a certain way. I sigh and nod. How bad can this be? 

"Great! Next week on Saturday at 6:30." He sniffled, running a hand through his hair. "Sounds good. I'll be ready." I smile, turning to walk off.

20 minutes later

I reach my house and open the door. I get in and it's quiet.

I walk into the kitchen and get pushed on the ground by my dad. "Where the hell were you!?" He yelled. "I was a-at my f-friends house." I stutter. "Bullshit! Now make me breakfast faggot or no food for a month!" He yelled and slapped me.

My mom died when I was 12. So my dad takes the blame on me. He's dating a slut that's like 24 and he's what 53, there upstairs doing shit I wish they weren't.

I sigh and make eggs with bacon.

"Dad it's ready!" I yell. He Comes down with sweat. That makes me so sick? 

" Um h-here." I hand it to him. "This is the best thing you made all week." He says.

 Excuse me? I'm not on "chopped" so I'm not a chef.

"Um thank you?" I question. He shoves the plate in my hands. "Wash it." He growls and runs back upstairs. Once he's up there he slams the door.

*mentally gags*

I wash the dish and start watching TV.

*skips to Monday*

My eyes quickly open when I here that stupid alarm clock. I groan and get up.

I put on a black flannel, White jeans, and red vans.

I head downstairs to were my dad is passed out on the couch. Roll my eyes and walk into the kitchen. I grab an apple.

I walk out the door and take out my phone and headphones. I start listening to Drag me down by One direction. I instantly start fangirling. They are coming to Nebraska in October so I have 5 months to get the tickets.

I reach the school. I put away my headphones and walk in. Everyone stops there conversation to look at me. "Hey Faggot!" Sam yells. "Who died today? Your dad?" Madison laughed. "I saw that flannel at H&M! You are so gay!" Nate yelled.

Bitch, why were you at H&M? You gay too? If yes, don't Hit Me Up. And Madison, you've passed around more than Nate's blunt in his smoke session.

"Trust me, if you die, no one will go to your funeral!" Carter yelled. "God will never let you in heaven faggot!" Josh yelled. "Just commit Suicide already faggot!" Sam yelled. Everyone laughed.

My eyes brimmed with tears and I walked in class.

*lunch🍱*

I sat on the last table in the lunchroom with my tray of sushi. While I'm eating, I feel someone pull me on the ground. I whimper and  feel a kick in the ribs.

I try to get up but I keep being kicked and slapped in the face. I start feeling blood rundown my nose.

I open my bruised eyes which are blurry. They kick me in ribs again.

"I'm sorry." They say and walk away.

Jack Gilinsky.

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