Secret Little Sister (Shawn Mendes)

Chapter 36 - Only One Jack

Shawn's p.o.v

I did it. I told Brielle I love her.

We pulled apart from the kiss. She looked at me, a small smile on her face. I returned the gesture.

"Shawn?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah, Bri?"

"Do you think everything is going to be okay? I miss it when everyone was cool with each other and stuff," she mumbled, leaning her head on my chest.

"Yeah. I mean, it's not like there's going to be a fairytale ending, but I think we're gonna be okay. We might be a little scratched, but we're not shattered," I said.

She nodded and hugged me even tighter.

We stood there for a while, just being comfortable in each other's embrace.

"Shawn, we should probably go into my room," Brielle said suddenly.

"Oh, yeah, you must be tired," I said, grabbing her hand and leading her into her hospital room.

As she got into the bed, she patted the spot next to her. "Lie down with me," she whispered.

I lied down next to her and stared up at the ceiling.

I felt small arms wrapping around my torso tightly.

I glanced over at Brielle. She had a grin on her face.

"What are you doing?" I chuckled.

"Well, I don't want to lose you. I gotta hold on to you, or else you'll disappear," she blushed.

I pulled her close to me,"You'll never lose me, Brielle. I'll always be right here."

And in that moment everything seemed right.

And then that moment was over.

Matt's p.o.v

I looked at everyone, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

Gilinsky's eyes were wide, as if he couldn't believe what he had just said to Jack. He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up. He slammed a fist against the wall before taking off after Jack. {a lil' jolinsky action in hereeee}

"I can't believe Jack just said that to Johnson..." Mahogany said from across the room as she played with her fingers nervously.

Everyone mumbled their agreements.

"What do we do?" Nash asked. "What does Madison want?"

"She wants a boyfriend 'cause she's desperate," Cameron mumbled under his breath.

I wanted to laugh because that girl needed Jesus frfr, but I didn't because I'm a nice boy.

"She wants Brielle," Taylor growled. "And she wants her gone."

Gilinsky's p.o.v

"Jack! Wait!" I called after Jack as I ran behind him, trying to catch up.

"What?" Jack asked, turning around. His eyes were full of anger and hurt.

"Jack, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

Jack rolled his eyes and continued walking away from me. He stopped and turned back around.

"I thought we were friends, Jack! You know how much hate I get! I don't need my so-called "best friend"," Jack said doing air quotes when he said best friend. "To tell me that he doesn't like me either. You saw how broken I was when Mallory broke up, and here you are rubbing it in my face that nobody loves me because you're having girlfriend issues! News flash, Jack, you're not the only person who's having problems, so get over yourself."

I stood there stunned. Jack looked relieved, as if he had had all of that bottled up inside of him for the longest time.

"Jack...," I began, advancing toward him. He took a step back. I sighed,"Jack, I didn't mean what I said back there. I do like you, you're my best friend. We're Jack and Jack, remember? And I know what I said wasn't right, I was just mad because Madison is hurting my friends. Forgive me?"

Jack looked surprised. I knew he was going to say yes. Jack wasn't too hard to convince.

Jack walked right up to me, looked me straight in the eye and said,"I can't." And with that he walked down the street until I couldn't even see him anymore.

This time I was the one who looked surprised.

Madison's p.o.v

I watched Jack and Jack's little quarrel outside of the hospital. This just made my game a little more exciting.

I watched Johnson walk down the street with his head down as he kicked a small rock around.

I emerged from behind the rock I was hiding behind.

"Jack," I smirked, crossing my arms as I walked over to him.

He glanced up, and as soon as he laid eyes on me, his eyes darkened and filled with hatred. "Thotison," he growled through clenched teeth.

"Aw, is wittle Jacky sad because his best fwiend doesn't wike him?" I said faking sympathy and talking in a baby voice.

"Shut up, Madison. You don't know what you're talking about. Go back to the ditch where you belong you butthead."

"Well, that's not very nice, Jacky," I grinned evilly.

"Oh, wow! I'm so sorry! I care sooooo much about how you fee-" Jack began sarcastically, but he was cut off by my fist coming into contact with his face.