wrong number ; jack gilinsky

twenty-one

i wiped my cheek and shrugged my shoulders, "yeah, i guess".

"but what does your mom say about these texts?".

"i-i haven't told her".

"about any of them?" jack inquired, somewhat in surprise.

i shook my head, "no one knows. it's obvious that she misses him, but she doesn't deserve to get her hopes up and then be let down by him again".

"how about nate?".

once again, i shook my head, "when his dad died, my dad was like a second father to him. but then he left too and it's just unfair to him, i can't".

jack pulled his eyebrows together in concern, "but you shouldn't go through this alone. i mean, it's a lot".

i let out a small chuckle through my dry tears, "i can take it".

jack accepted my words with a smile, sitting back in his original position.

"well, i'm here for you so you're not all alone" he assured.

weeks ago, i would have never been able to sit here and vent to jack like this but now, he's suddenly the one person that i feel most comfortable talking to about anything.

"thank you jack" i said almost inaudibly, but meaning every word.

he winked with a smirk on his pink lips, "no problem".

an hour past and we continued to speak about an endless amount of topics. half of them were completely random and didn't make any sense, but i didn't care.

i mean, it may sound cliche but every few minutes, i got butterflies in my stomach whenever i realise how comfortable we are around each other.

or when jack laughs hysterically at my bad jokes or cracks a smile at me every now and then.

i just wish that i knew what was going on in his head. like am i really just a friend to him or is he just embarrassed to say that he could potentially like the quirky, quiet girl from school?

after leaving jack in my room to go downstairs and raid the kitchen for some snacks, i returned with, of course, a big bag of cheetos.

jack laid on my bed, flat on his stomach and taking up most of the space. he sat a pillow underneath his arms and chin to prop himself up a little, and i pulled over my desk chair to sit with him.

"okay, cheetos update: i only have the cheesy flavour and you can blame nate for that one but personally, i think that the these ones are the better" i told.

jack cocked his head back, practically shocked at my words. he furrowed his eyebrows.

"what?! no way!" he exclaimed.

i nodded as i placed the food in my mouth, "the hot ones are overrated now".

"okay, first of all, food can never be overrated, dakota richards" he assured me.

"and second of all?" i crunched on the cheetos whilst also holding in a laugh at how seriously jack was taking this.

"second of all, how is it that you still manage to remain attractive with a mouth stuffed with cheetos and crumbs all over you" jack chuckled.

he gestured to his own mouth to show me where these crumbs were and i shamefully, and quickly wiped them away.

"did you just call me attractive?" i paused, raising my eyebrow.

i helplessly gave him a smirk as his cheeks started to turn red.

"that's not the topic right now" he promptly brushed off. "and as i was saying: food can never be overrated".

"yes it can, hot cheetos for example" i continued to playfully argue.

"i haven't had the cheesy ones for about two years now, because i simply rely on the hot ones".

i laughed at his words and held onto my stomach, "i don't know whether that is completely relatable or just plain sad".

jack swatted my knee as i continued to cackle at him, but i settled down and gestured the packet to him.

"here, just try it".

he continued to lay flat on my bed and opened his mouth with small smirk on his face, telling me to feed the food to him.

it was adorable, but i still rolled my eyes at his immaturity and fed a few cheetos to him.

i watched jack gradually chew it and waited to see his reaction or hear a verdict.

his lack of words immediately showed that he liked it, but he still cringed and grimaced in disgust any ways.

"you're just doing that, because you don't want to be proven wrong!" i caught him out.

"i'm not, it tastes horrible" he grimaced again.

i chuckled and shook my head at his lies, "fine. more for me then".

as i continued to eat, soon enough and like i expected, jack reached into the bag and began to eat the cheesy cheetos that he apparently hated so much.

i suppressed a smile, "see".

"whatever" he muttered, smiling back at me and bringing the bag closer towards him.

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jakota may be my favourite ship out of all my books.

but next chapter will be pretty eventful

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