Attached (Jack Gilinsky)

Twenty-Three

"Ewh why the hell are you back in LA?" I tease Sammy as he tries to give me a hug. He rolls his eyes and lifts me up over his shoulder.

"Gilinsky get your girl!" He yells and Gilinsky jogs downstairs and rolls his eyes.

"You two never grow up do you?" He asks walking past Sammy and I going into the kitchen.

"What no help?" I ask wiggling so Sammy will finally set me down.

"Nope." He sighs before running his hand through his hair.

"What's wrong?" I ask him softly leaning on the back of the couch.

"Don't really feel like talking about it." He mutters before jogging back upstairs. I look over at Sammy before I start to walk towards the stairs.

"Don't, it'll just make him even more irritated." Nate says walking into the room. I frown but nod and walk into the living room. Sitting down on the couch and pulling my legs up underneath me.

"Do you think I did something?" I ask them as Nash and Johnson walk into the living room.

"No.. I don't really know honestly. But I don't think you did anything." Sammy shrugs plopping down next to me.

"I'm gonna go talk to him." I say before jogging up the stairs. Sammy, Johnson and Nate all saying its a bad idea.

I don't listen to them though, I walk into Gilinsky's room and see Jack laying on his bed with his headphones on. His arms folded over his face.

"Jack..." I say staying by the door.

"What?" He asks with no emotion in his voice.

"Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry if I did.." I say softly shutting the door.

"Don't you know when to stop Alyssa?" He finally snaps sitting up and staring at me.

"I wanted to check on you Jack. Didn't know that was a crime." I say firmly.

"Well it is when I'm clearly trying to fucking avoid you!" He says raising his voice as he stands up.

"What the fuck did I do?" I ask raising my voice just like hes doing.

"Just fucking stop before I say something I regret." He says trying to calm down.

I roll my eyes. "No, just say it Jack. Pretty sure it won't affect me."

"Pretty fucking sure it will." He snaps gripping his hair and I laugh. "Why the fuck are you laughing?"

"Its funny that I try to be a good..." I stop not really knowing what to call myself.

"Better not say girlfriend because that's one thing you will never be." He states and I stare at him.

"Then what the fuck am I Jack?" I finally ask.

"I don't fucking know." He sighs. "But you'll never be my girlfriend at this rate."

"I don't even understand what the hell I did to you!" I yell pushing him away from me. "I'm trying to help you out and you're treating me like complete shit."

He just laughs.

"How do you not know? You act like you don't realize you're being a fucking slut." He laughs bitterly and that really hit me like a train.

"Bro... Not cool.." I hear Nate say from behind me.

"She's a slut Nate. She's kind of an annoying bitch too." And that's all it took for tears to well in my eyes. "After tonight I don't want anything to do with you, Alyssa. I never want to see your fucking face again. Don't ever try to contact me or anything."