bad boy, bad girl ( a jack gilinsky fan fiction)

Chapter 2- coffee?

Chapter two

Erica

Last night after I left the party, I headed into the car with Jeanne and our friend Kathleen Miller who happened to be at the same party. I learned that Jeanne had slept with Cameron and Kathleen had witnessed a fight where someone got stabbed. Typical Junior year party. I'm sure there were more details, but I could hardly think straight. I'm not sure if it was the martini, Jack or both. I was guessing both. Since what happened last summer, I never really let any boys get closer to me then they needed to and I turned tough. Sure, I hooked up a lot more then I needed to, but zero feelings were involved. It was great, though. No one except my close friends really knew what happened and most people just assumed I grew up. And that was fine with me. I didn't need people to know everything about my life. But suddenly, I wanted to tell Jack everything. I had intense feelings ever since what had happened last night. I had to pull away, because if I didn't , I'm not sure I would ever be able to again. God, there was just something about him. But I liked being all sassy and mysterious around him. It gave an edge to this. I had butterflies and I hated it.
I sat in my comfy bed, texting Jeanne about whatever was happening around town. I wasn't really paying attention, I was trying to pick an outfit for today. I had a feeling I might be meeting up with Jack and I wanted to look sexy but typical me, sexy but badass. I reached out for a pair of light-washed ripped skinny jeans and a tight black v-neck tee. Suddenly, I heard my phone start to ring. I took my time to answer it, not wanting to seem excited about this. I knew exactly who it was before even answering.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, babe." Jack said, his raspy voicing making my stomach churn. Even through the phone, I could tell he was smiling insanely.

"Who's this?" I asked, just to bug him. I knew it would drive it crazy.

"Who else? It's Jack." He answered, sounding a little annoyed.

"Oh. Hey Gilinsky.What's up?"

"Well, I think today we're gonna go out for come coffee. I'll buy, of course."

I smirked to myself.

"Jesus, Gilinsky, somebody's a little bossy this morning. Now tell me hun, why should I get coffee with you?"

"Maybe because you left so suddenly last night?"

"Well, I guess I could go out for a bit. I'll meet you at the café down my street in 30 minutes." I could here him starting to talk but I hung up, something I often did. I should've said an hour, 30 minutes wasn't enough to get ready. Oh well, I could be a few minutes late. He won't mind.

Jack

I couldn't believe it! She hung up on me. Typical Erica, doing whatever she wants. I shook my head while laughing. This girl was quite something. And i loved it. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a blue tank top that showed off my muscles really well and my board shorts that has the same blue and with some red stripes. I had a more laid back vibe in the summer. I put on some running shoes and headed outside. I decided to walk to the café because it wasn't too far away and it was a nice day. I knew it might be a challenging day because Erica was stubborn and had a lot of attitude. But that's okay. I love myself a good challenge. When I got there I sat down and went on my phone. It felt like forever until she arrived. I checked my phone, seeing she was fifteen minutes late. I looked up and found her in the parking lot.
I watched her as she walked to the cafe. She looked gorgeous, as always. She was wearing tight jeans and a tight black v-neck tee. She had a white sweatshirt tied around her waist. Her long brown hair was straitened and she had her usual sunglasses on and of course, her red lipstick. Even with her classic heels, I could tell she was still a little shorter then me, which I liked. It made me feel manly and strong. I started to get up to greet her. Realizing she wasn't coming in quite yet, I sat down again and watched her through the window. She leaned against the brick wall and pulled out a white lighter with something written on it in black sharpie, aswell as her pack of Marlboro's. She lit up and I contently watched her. It was like a movie. Everything she did was fascinating to watch.
She looked around the parking lot until she was ready to come in. She dropped her cigarette and squished it with her foot. She pushed the door open and walked in, sat down next to me and pulled out a Vogue magazine. She never looked up or said anything.