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Thirty Six

Sam holds his hands up as a defense, backing away slightly, "G, I swear I didn't know that was going to happen."

I almost want to laugh. Sam couldn't possibly be scared and afraid of Jack?

"If you don't dip in five seconds, Sam, I'm going to scratch your car and your ass will be on the floor." Jack threatens; what kind of threat is that?

"It was Camila!" Sam tells him. "She kissed me."

"But you also kissed back." I add, turning on my feet to walk out of the mall.

"Are you trying to get me killed?" Sam cries in panic.

I don't like being in a complicated situation in a crowded area. I need to get out of here before Jack does anything he's going to regret. What am I even saying? He's done that way too many times.

"What the hell was that?" I hear Jack's angry voice behind me.

When I choose to ignore him, his hand just goes to my arm, aggressively pull me back. I turn around to completely face him. Geez. I notice that Sam isn't anywhere near us anymore. Whoa, maybe he did dip.

"What was what?" I try to play it off innocently.

"You know exactly what the hell I'm talking about." He snarls.

"Calm down, dad. It was just a kiss." I pat his chest, the sarcasm clear in my voice.

How is Jack going to get home when Sam took his own car? I'm sure as hell not driving him. He grabs my wrist after I pat his chest, holding it up and tightening his grip.

"Never thought you'd stoop this low." He emphasizes, making my stomach drop.

Well, now he's making me look like the bad person. He's just so full of surprises, isn't he? I wanted to be proud to do that in front of Jack, but now I'm feeling sick to my stomach. This wasn't even half as horrible as what he did to me.

"You stooped lower than I did, so you can't even blame me for kissing Sam." I rip my wrist from his grasp and shrug my shoulders.

What is he going to do to me? Hit me in the middle of a parking lot? He stands there with that angry look on his face and I turn back around to my car.

"You have to drop me off." He mumbles.

"Call an über." I snap.

"No, I don't want to. I'd rather spend my money on useful things." He replies.

Oh yeah, 'useful' things. Half of the things he owns or purchases aren't useful in any way, shape, or form. I huff and find my car, getting inside of it. Jack gets into the passenger seat and this is going to be the worst fifteen minute drive of my life.

I plug my phone in the aux and Jack produces a fifty dollar bill from his wallet and holds it out to me. My eyebrows furrow. I'm not taking it. It would've been cheaper to take an uber or he could spend that on something 'useful'. He's so hypocritical.

Unconditional by Kehlani starts to play. (Ok if you don't wanna read the lyrics, skip this part? But listen to it PLS it's such a good song.)

Im far from perfect, nothing even close
But that's what makes me beautiful, that's something you should know
I'm not looking for someone to tell me how to row my boat
So let me live and let me learn
I promise we will grow

If you love me like you say you love me
You'll be a man, you'll grab my hand
Take me as I am
I wanna l-l-l-l-l-l-l-love unconditional
I wanna l-l-l-l-l-l-l-love unconditional
I wanna l-l-l-l-l-l-l-love unconditional
I wanna l-l-l-l-l-l-l-love

Sometimes I come home and I'm sweaty from the day
And my hairs all in a messy bun 'cause I had to get it out my face
And I'd rather lace my sneakers up cause high heels ain't my thing
And I don't see a flaw in that, I never want to change-

Jack groans, "can you play something, you know, less like this?"

"What do you mean?" My eyebrows knit together and it feels like it's the millionth time they have today.

"This is too lovey dovey." He says, his voice cold and icy. (Almost as icy as his wrist yeet)

"No one said you had to get in this car with me." I snap at him for what also feels like the millionth time today.

"Well, geez, fucking Judy Moody." He curses and I roll my eyes.

Isn't he the one that should be angry? Not me? The tables always flip like this and it gets so complicating. I skip the song and let the next play on shuffle. It's hasn't even been two minutes and I'm already even more annoyed with him.

"Can we stop to- uh- get something to eat?" Jack asks and I look over to him.

He's running his hand through his hair nervously. I want to say no to him and tells him to wait until he gets home, so he can go by himself, but I also don't want to be that rude. I don't want to go because he doesn't eat fast food and were actually gonna have to dine in somewhere.

"Depends where you want to go." I tell him. "You should hurry and tell me before I take a different turn to your house."

"McDonald's?" He says a little off and unsure.

What.

My mind goes blank. Did Jack Gilinsky just say McDonald's for a food choice? This is unbelievable and this actually means he's trying. He's trying to get back together with me and doing everything in his power.

"I think you can wait until you get home to go." I sigh, not wanting to give in.

I've rejected him so many times now and I'm starting to not feel bad about it. I wonder what Sam's doing right now? Maybe he went back home? I should go over later and talk to him about that whole scene and apologize for Jack's behavior, even though I wasn't the one who said any of those things that came out of his mouth.

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