club-style speech on how great she was. He could deal with it.
Worst of all, hating Jack was proving to be a major challenge for me. Sure, he was a jerk and all. But as it turns out, he was also really funny and smart, and it was a tough job pretending that I hated him twenty-four-seven. Also, he looked like an Abercrombie and Fitch model, so that didnât hurt either. He was always just there , making it hard for me to actually decide what I felt about him. He was like a constant distraction and when I was around him I couldnât breathe properly. If that continues, I might actually just stop breathing one day because I forget how to.
As if that all that wasnât bad enough, Jack had quickly become the most popular guy in school. Everywhere we went, people would flock as though Drake were having a concert in the hallway. It wasnât just the girls who were batting their eyelashes and reapplying lip-gloss when he was around. Even the male population of LAC Elite thought he was the best thing to have ever happened to the world. No wonder Brendan hated the guy so much; Jack had managed to achieve what he couldnât in just a few days. If anything, people were only going to show up to Brendanâs party in hopes that Jack might get drunk enough to make out with them, the males probably included.
So there I was, sitting on an exercise ball, plotting my next move. Driving Jack out of the house was turning out to be a huge failure, and I wasnât sure how long I could continue being a psycho freak. It didnât seem to be getting on my dadâs nerves at all. In fact, the only person who was constantly annoyed was me. I was considering drawing out my plan of action, stick figures and all, when I heard footsteps coming from the stairs.
âGia?â Jackâs voice called out.
I shot up from the exercise ball, stumbling a little as I regained my balance. Shoot! Jack couldnât walk in on me in a gym not doing anything! He probably dated supermodels in his spare time, supermodels that go on the elliptical machine for fun!
I did some quick thinking and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to add volume to the top. The footsteps were coming closer and I was running out of time. I practically ripped my jacket off me, revealing the spandex crop top and body-hugging tights I had on underneath. I had bought the work-out clothes almost a year ago when the girls and I decided we were going to get into shape, eat our veggies and do more squats. Only Aria really stuck to that promise, but even she gave up after a few weeks. If I was going to pretend that I was a health-goddess with Jack in the house, then I needed to look like one. The spandex had really made the most sense at the time, even if it didnât exactly fit right anymore.
âHey,â Jack said, padding into the gym.
I kicked the jacket to one side, leaning against the treadmill as seductively as I could.
ââSup?â I said casually, giving him a nod of acknowledgment.
He looked around the gym, nodding in what I hoped was appreciation. I mean, I donât even like working out and Iâll be the first to admit that having a gym as awesome as ours in your own home is pretty damn fantastic. The surround sound alone is reason enough to hang out in there.
âNice,â he said, looking at the many flat screen TVs across the walls. I could only hope I was included in that assessment.
I smoothed my hair down a little from the ends, suddenly very conscious of my crop top and super tight pants. The aim was to look sexy, but I was pretty sure I just looked like an idiot stuffed in clothes too small for her.
âDid you need something?â I asked, reaching for my water bottle. I heaved a deep sigh, like I had been working my butt off and had only stopped because of his interruption.
âYour dad wants to know when youâre going to stop pretending to work out,â Jack said, and I practically spat the water
Worst of all, hating Jack was proving to be a major challenge for me. Sure, he was a jerk and all. But as it turns out, he was also really funny and smart, and it was a tough job pretending that I hated him twenty-four-seven. Also, he looked like an Abercrombie and Fitch model, so that didnât hurt either. He was always just there , making it hard for me to actually decide what I felt about him. He was like a constant distraction and when I was around him I couldnât breathe properly. If that continues, I might actually just stop breathing one day because I forget how to.
As if that all that wasnât bad enough, Jack had quickly become the most popular guy in school. Everywhere we went, people would flock as though Drake were having a concert in the hallway. It wasnât just the girls who were batting their eyelashes and reapplying lip-gloss when he was around. Even the male population of LAC Elite thought he was the best thing to have ever happened to the world. No wonder Brendan hated the guy so much; Jack had managed to achieve what he couldnât in just a few days. If anything, people were only going to show up to Brendanâs party in hopes that Jack might get drunk enough to make out with them, the males probably included.
So there I was, sitting on an exercise ball, plotting my next move. Driving Jack out of the house was turning out to be a huge failure, and I wasnât sure how long I could continue being a psycho freak. It didnât seem to be getting on my dadâs nerves at all. In fact, the only person who was constantly annoyed was me. I was considering drawing out my plan of action, stick figures and all, when I heard footsteps coming from the stairs.
âGia?â Jackâs voice called out.
I shot up from the exercise ball, stumbling a little as I regained my balance. Shoot! Jack couldnât walk in on me in a gym not doing anything! He probably dated supermodels in his spare time, supermodels that go on the elliptical machine for fun!
I did some quick thinking and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to add volume to the top. The footsteps were coming closer and I was running out of time. I practically ripped my jacket off me, revealing the spandex crop top and body-hugging tights I had on underneath. I had bought the work-out clothes almost a year ago when the girls and I decided we were going to get into shape, eat our veggies and do more squats. Only Aria really stuck to that promise, but even she gave up after a few weeks. If I was going to pretend that I was a health-goddess with Jack in the house, then I needed to look like one. The spandex had really made the most sense at the time, even if it didnât exactly fit right anymore.
âHey,â Jack said, padding into the gym.
I kicked the jacket to one side, leaning against the treadmill as seductively as I could.
ââSup?â I said casually, giving him a nod of acknowledgment.
He looked around the gym, nodding in what I hoped was appreciation. I mean, I donât even like working out and Iâll be the first to admit that having a gym as awesome as ours in your own home is pretty damn fantastic. The surround sound alone is reason enough to hang out in there.
âNice,â he said, looking at the many flat screen TVs across the walls. I could only hope I was included in that assessment.
I smoothed my hair down a little from the ends, suddenly very conscious of my crop top and super tight pants. The aim was to look sexy, but I was pretty sure I just looked like an idiot stuffed in clothes too small for her.
âDid you need something?â I asked, reaching for my water bottle. I heaved a deep sigh, like I had been working my butt off and had only stopped because of his interruption.
âYour dad wants to know when youâre going to stop pretending to work out,â Jack said, and I practically spat the water
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