The Jack Gilinsky

Chapter 2 - What A Jerk

I didn’t want him here, end of. I turned away and power walked to the alcohol again, abandoning my empty can of beer on the counter and opening a new one, taking several gulps. I just wanted to get away from him, everywhere I went, he was there. Every corner I turned, he was there. I looked up to see him hovering over a girl. Not surprisingly, it was a different girl to the one he walked in with. He glanced at me, where I was foolishly already looking at him. I quickly snapped away awkwardly, feeling highly embarrassed. Feeling my cheeks heat up I hurried off, back to worming my way through the crowd of drunks. I found my front door and stepped outside. The fresh air was so soothing to my sweaty skin. I began to down the 1/3 of my can that was left. I just needed the liquid inside my body.

“Slow down.” A voice chuckled behind me. It was him. Of course it was him, who else would it be?

I turned around, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, looking at Jack smirk at me.

“You’re a bit young aren’t you?” He raised his thick eyebrows, referring to the can.

“When did you turn into my mom?” I said throwing the now what was an empty can down onto the ground.

Jack laughed under his breath. “Are you gonna pick that up?” He said nodding at the can beside me.

I gave a shrug like I didn’t care, I had to be cool in front of him. “Nope.” I said casually.

“How long were you looking at me for then?”

“It was a glance.” I persisted.

“Seemed to me like you were looking at me with that girl. Jealous huh?” He teased. God he was such a jerk.

“No.” I said confidently, I was so irritated by the fact he thought I was envious of such a thing. “Why would I be jealous? You probably didn’t even know her name, nor the girl that you walked in with."

“I bet you’re jealous of her too huh?” He ran his tongue along his teeth chuckling under his breath.

“She looks like something I played with when I was six.” I looked at him expressionless. That put him in his place.

He scoffed. “Feisty, I like it.” He smirked.

Ugh I was so fed up with his douche-bag comments. I walked past him, opening the front door before hesitantly looking back at the can I’d left on the floor. I scurried over to it and picked it up swiftly, returning through the door. I couldn’t have left it there, I was littering.

I heard Jack laugh behind me. 

I turned around. “Not jealous.”