Chapter 7

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Tori' POV
TW: mental illness
7:00pm: i was on the 4th page of my essay, i still had another page to write and still had to cite my sources. The last page on an essay to me is just the part where you bullshit it and rewrite what you already have said but using different words so it wasn't going to be too hard to finish. I was happy i could pick a fairly easy topic about how different private and public schools really are. My essay to me was fairly good and i am hoping to get a pretty good grade on it. At this time of the night they're probably all heading out to someone's house, i wonder if they are going to bring me up. Probably not but i can't help thinking everyone is talking about me. I tend to overthink every situation, which is why i guess i understand why the boys always tell me to loose up. I then got distracted from my essay with a slight vibration on my phone, i got a text, from gilinsky. it read hey. I was so confused, why is he texting me, i don't even think he likes me that much. hi, i texted him back, being nosey as to why he is texting me.

How's that essay going? his new text read, i looked around my room so confused, pretty much done, what are you all up to? i said wondering where they all were tonight. who is "you all?" he answered back, what? why is he acting so strange? You, johnson, sam, nate and jamie? i stated the obvious? I thought they were all hanging out? Oh, i'm home, i didn't really feel like going there tonight. Jack said back, very strange, nice, was all i sent back, i set my phone down and didn't see anymore texts come through, which then put me back on track with my essay allowing me to cite my sources, i was finally able to email it to my teacher, i love the feeling when you send your teacher your work, like a weight was lifted off your shoulders or something.

I laid on my bed and scrolled through youtube seeing if there was anything to watch, it's honestly a hit or miss on youtube, sometimes i can watch it for hours and not realize, and other times i can watch 2 minutes of a video and get bored. A new text popped up on my phone, again from gilinsky... it read i'm hungry, okay? why do i care, so eat some food? i sent back, mind you, jack and i have never texted before, this was very out of the ordinary i kinda want mcdonald's and don't have anyone to go with so i was wondering if you wanted it too? I don't even know how to answer this, is he seriously asking me to hang out with him? alone? My parents wouldn't be back till later, i was just going to sleep for dinner since we didn't really have much food in the house right now, so, it won't hurt, right? Sure.. why not lol i sent back, my heart instantly started pounding, i was only in my tank top and pants from earlier so i threw on my jacket as well, the same one from earlier. I stared at my screen waiting for him to answer back. Very weird of me to do, these last few days have just been so strange. on my way! Jack sent back, i knew he'd be here any minute, omaha is not very big, we all live pretty close together. My mind was racing, why me? he couldve very well went with his guy friends, out of the 3 of them, i'm sure at least one of them wanted food, if not all of them. We are technically friends though, so it shouldn't even be bad, right? Pretty normal to me. Not really. I don't know. I am just so lost. another text from jack disconnected me with my thoughts in your driveway woods the text read.

I opened my door and walked down my stairs all the way to the front door, when i got outside i saw jacks black honda in my drive way. I got to his door and opened it "hey" i said

"what's up" he said back, while shuffling through his playlist, he put on khalid, one of my favorite artist,

"you like khalid?" i said "he's one of my favorites"

"yeah he's cool" jack nodded "how'd everything go with the essay" jack asked pulling out of the driveway

"since when did you become so caring?" i laughed "anyways, it was pretty easy, i'm happy i got the topic i got"

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