wrong number ; jack gilinsky

five

"maybe he knows it's me" i suggested, nervously trapping my lips in my mouth.

"look," my best friend turned to me. "if this is stressing you out, maybe you should just stop texting him".

i knitted my brows together and shook my head, "i can't, i just feel like i can't now. plus, you should be grateful if this works out y'know".

"in what possible way does this benefit me?".

"well, i can hook you up with some of jack's friends. for example, connor..." i sang and he sat up on my bed with a smile on the corner of his lips.

"seriously?" jonah questioned and i nodded my head.

"i mean, it's about time he realises that we're meant to be already," he said. "because i'm telling you now, the things i would do to-"

"oh my gosh, stop!" i exclaimed and threw a pillow that i was holding at his face, before he spoke any further and laughed, hitting me back with it.

*

jack:

sorry that i didn't reply to your text

jack:

i was hanging out with some friends and they always tease me whenever they see your name pop up on my screen

me:

ahaha why?

jack:

they assume that i'm whipped on you...

jack:

i know it's stupid because its only been one day

me:

no it's not stupid

me:

it's kind of cute :)

jack:

so you're not freaked out that i could possibly like you already?

me:

no not at all bc i guess i feel the same way

jack:

phew that's such a relief

me:

lol so what are you up to?

jack:

doing homework - world history ugh what about you?

me:

just got out of shower then i'm about to do some homework too

jack:

ok and don't worry this isn't one of those moments where i say "you showered without me? ;)" like a typical fuckboy

me:

lool it wasn't worrying

me:

i know that you're different :)

jack:

how so?

me:

well from what i can judge after one day...

me:

even though you're basically a football jock, you seem like someone who really cares about the relationships that he has, more than people actually think

jack:

wow...

jack:

are you psychic or something?

me:

yeah totally my saturday job is to read the palms of strangers and i have a crystal ball and everything

jack:

a girl with sarcasm? i like it ;)

me:

and a guy who recognises my sarcasm? i like that too ;)

me:

ok i've got a bunch of homework that's due tomorrow and i haven't even started

jack:

are you sure you wouldn't rather text me?

me:

and get a detention in every class? no thanks

jack:

should i be offended?

me:

no you should be happy because the quicker i get this done, the quicker i'll be able to talk to you again

jack:

okay okay i'll stop talking now :)

i chuckled and shook my head at his message, then locked my phone to start working on these piles of homework.

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this chapter sucked, so i might edit the hell out of it later.

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