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hailey

everyone was sitting around the bonfire and cooking down after a long game of volleyball. the girls won, but it was a battle to say the absolute least.

"yo jack" sammy yells to one of the jacks, "how 'bout you go get the drinks?"

jack, not johnson, nods, looking at me, "i might need some help. hailey, want to come?"

im pulled out of my daze but the emphasis on my name, as lo smirks at me. my cheeks slightly flush, but i recover quickly, "yeah, sure."

i get up, following jack to the cabin.

"so you guys are from omaha like lorraine?" jack asks me, looking down at me as we walk due to our height difference.

"yeah, lorraine and i are the two omaha originals. we have been best friends for majority of our lives. emma, amanda, and amy all moved to omaha in different years. we never connected with them until, uh, maybe three years ago?" i explain, looking at jack, "you guys are from here, too?"

jack nods, "born and raised. johnson and i have a music career so who knows where that will take us."

my eyes widen as he tells me that. of course he's a damn singer. soon, i come back to reality, "well, you owe me a private listen one day."

"im sure that wouldn't hurt, johnson wouldn't mind" jack shrugs. mentally, i shake my head and chuckle.

"who said anything about johnson?" i confidentially smirk. he stops dead in his tracks, looking straight into my eyes. i swear he was staring straight into my soul.

jack then chuckles, "alright, no johnson. just you and me."

"love the sound of it" i smile, "so, where are these drinks?"

"ah, ah, ah. i'll tell you where they are once you tell me about yourself" jack says, taking ahold of my wrist while i looked for the substances.

he looks at me sincerely, awaiting my response, "well, what do you want to know exactly?"

"how old are you?"

"seventeen, i turn eighteen in april."

"any siblings?"

"three brothers, two older and one younger."

"names?"

"kyle and kade are the older ones, and tyler is the younger."

"do you live with your parents and brothers?"

"kyle is in college for a basketball scholarship, so he's moved out. kade lives with his girlfriend about twenty minutes from us, but he's moving to la with her once he proposes. tyler is only two years younger than me, so he's in ninth grade and still lives with me. and so, we live with my mom, but her boyfriend is over a lot so you could say he lives there too."

"what happened with your parents?"

"divorce."

"did that make you upset?"

"no, i wasn't born."

"do you know your dad?"

"yeah, he's irrelevant to my life though." 

"what's your favourite food?"

"anything italian."

"what are your plans after you graduate?"

"something do with fashion."

"modelling? or working for a fashion company?"

"sure, something like that."

"you have a boyfriend?"

"nope, we broke up about... a year ago? nine months ago? somewhere 'round there."

"mm, i see. bad break up?"

"no, we're still friends. we just both preferred each other as friends. we didn't treat our relationship like a normal one should be."

"okay, you've allowed me to know enough for one day" jack finalizes, taking hold of my hand to lead me around the cabin.

we both fill our arms with as much as we can, and return to the group of rowdy teenagers.

everyone settles down, jack and i sitting across from each other at the fire. lorraine is beside me, while amy is on the opposing side of me.

"jack keeps looking at you" lorraine whispers in my ear. i take a second before diverting my eyes towards him, but moments later when i do, my eyes meet his. his eyes are beautiful, the reflection of the orange fire in them.

he casually gives me a wink when no one is watching, causing my cheeks to heat up. this boy has known me for less than twenty-four hours and he's already making me feel some type of way.

as my mind is filing through thoughts, i realize he let me answer his questions, yet i know nothing about him. im basically an open book to him now, but he's a mystery to me.

i guess my questions will be answered tomorrow.

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