If Not, That's Ok-one shot-Jack Barakat

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I sat at my desk, tapping my pencil on the table to keep me awake in calculus. The teacher was drowning on in her monotone voice like usual, and the whole class was holding their eye lids open like usual. I started bouncing my leg up and down to get blood flowing and hopefully let me stay aware. The bell finally rang and I jumped up and was off to English class.
As I entered English, I found my seat and plopped down. English was always my favorite. I loved reading all those books and getting a slight peek at what the author was thinking. I loved reading poetry and feeling the pain or excitement of the author. There was just something about words that moved me.
But my excitement quickly dissipated as Jack Barakat entered the classroom and sat Right next to me. I hated Jack. He was immature, annoying, and an amazing guitarist. I was always told to keep away from musicians and that was fine with me. The first two traits of Jack were deal breakers as it was; I didn't need to be throwing musician on top of that. Needless to say, he was off limits to me. I could probably have him if I wanted to, but I didn't.
Of course being the immature, annoying musician that he was, he knew this and played with this fact. He would always be all over me, make comments on my ass-sometimes even slap it-and just straight up annoy me. I just let it roll off my shoulders and didn't pay too much attention to it. I knew that's what he wanted so I never gave it to him. I was used to the constant daily routine of seeing him, avoiding him, and ignoring him.
"Alright class I hope you all had a wonderful weekend. Now as you know, since we finished Romeo and Juliet we will be performing the play. I will partner you up and assign you a scene. This will be an out of class assignment, so no time will be given in class."
I smiled. I couldn't lie- I was pretty excited for this project. I loved Romeo and Juliet; it was so romantic. I always secretly wished that maybe a guy could like me like that. Who doesn't' want someone to love them so much and sacrifice a lot for their love?
My smile quickly disappeared as a note slipped on my desk. I rolled my eyes already knowing who it was from. I grabbed the note and opened it.
Hey babe.
Maybe we could be partners
and improvise a nice
juicy sex scene
I sighed and shook my head. He was never going to learn that a way to a girl's heart, even though he was just doing this to annoy me, was not through snide remarks and sex comments. I crumbled the note up and threw it away.
Jack leaned over and whispered into my ear.
"Oh c'mon, Deidre. I know you want to."
I turned my head and glared at him. He reluctantly backed away and turned to face the front.
"Alright," the teacher started. "Eric, Natalie, Paul, and Josh. You're all a group and here's your script." I was so nervous to find who I was with. I bounced my leg up and down and bit my lip. If I was with Jack I would probably kill myself. "Varney, Ashley, and Derek you're together. Jack and Deidra you're together."
I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes. No. No. No. Of course life had to have its cruel way and now I had to be partners with Jack. Jack turned to me with a smirk and wiggles his eyes brows. I think I threw up in my mouth. This was going to be Hell.
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"Alright, Barakat. Where do you wanna do this?" He smiled widely at my question.
"Oh I love when you talk dirty to me." I sighed. This was going to be a huge roller coaster ride. We were probably going to fail this project.
"Fine, well we need somewhere with a balcony thing or something."
"Well my bedroom has a balcony. We can do it there." Finally! He was helping. Alright maybe this won't be so bad. "It's called my bed and I would love to do you there." I take that back.
"Fine we can do it at my house. In the living room. With my parents home." Jack's smile drooped.
"OK OK I'll stop. But I seriously do have a balcony coming off my bedroom. You can stand there and I'll stand on the ground, OK?" I smiled.
"Yea that's cool. See you later," I replied as the bell rang and I walked out.
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OK I was pretty reluctant to admit this to myself, but I was kind of excited to practice with Jack. Of course we had the balcony scene and I was with someone I despised, but I was willing to embrace it and try my best. I had put up with Jack's comments for some time now so they were getting less and less annoying. He also seemed like he was kind of willing to do his best too. If we failed this project, we'd probably fail the whole semester and I don't think even Jack was willing to take that chance.
I pulled up in his driveway and immediately saw Jack. He was sitting on his front step with script in hand. He looked up and saw me. He broke out into a grin, put his script down, and jogged over to my car. He opened the door like a gentleman and I couldn't help but smile.
"Hey, Deidre."
"Hey, Jack."
"I already memorized most of my lines," Jack said as he grabbed his hand to help me out of the car.
"Oh really? That's awesome," I replied as I stepped out of the car. He smiled at my approval.
"OK well I was thinking that we could get some lunch first? I'm starving." I nodded and followed him into his house.
"I remembered how you love Chinese so I ordered some," Jack said as we entered the kitchen. Now I was totally shocked and surprised, not to mention confused. Was this Jack we were talking about? Jack Barakat? He was acting completely different. He was being a kind, cute gentleman to me.
"Aww thanks, Jack!" I said as I immediately devoured my sesame chicken. He laughed and sat down next to me.
"No problem, Deidre."
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"Juliet, Juliet, let down your long hair!" Jack called up to me. I looked down at him puzzled.
"Uhh Jack, that's Rapunzel not Romeo and Juliet." He shrugged.
"Yea I know. I've just always wanted to say that." I laughed and shook my head.
"Sometimes I wonder about you."
"And sometimes i wonder about you," he retorted.
"Can we take a break? I'm super hot up here." Jack nodded.
"I know you are," he mumbled. "Yea c'mon on down!" He yelled up.
I came down the steps and saw Jack sitting on the couch waiting for me. I walked over and plopped down next to him.
"So you're pretty good at acting," Jack commented.
"Thanks. You're not too bad," I joked. He laughed and looked down at me.
"You know, I'm really surprised you showed up today. i didn't think you'd come."
"Of course I would come. Why wouldn't I?"
"Well," Jack squirmed at my question. "I just, I thought you hated me. I'm such a dick to you so I didn't think you'd wanna come."
I just stared up at Jack. Where was all of this coming from? I thought he loved being like that to me so he could annoy me. I thought he hated me too so that's why he did it. I never really realized how many assumptions I made about Jack. I thought I had him pinned; I thought i understood him and knew him so well, but this whole afternoon was serving to prove me wrong. I didn't know him at all. I didn't have a clue what his intentions were, and I didn't know who he really was. I also didn't know how much I really wanted to kiss him right now.
"Jack, then why do you act like that in front of me?" Jack looked down at his fingers like they were the most interesting thing he'd ever seen.
"Deidre, I'm love with you. "
I think my eyes were the size of golf balls as I tried to process this news. Jack Barakat was in love with little old me. He was popular, cute, smart, talented, and he loved me. All my previous thoughts of Jack dissipated. He was so different than I thought. He was not at all who I thought he was.
"I-I think I have to go." I quickly got up, avoiding the pain in Jack's eyes and exited the house.
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As I was sitting and thinking, I realized I was in love with Jack too. That's why I put up with all of his shit. I loved him and there was no denying it. I swallowed as the image of Jack on the sofa with his eyes pleading with me to stay filled my head. I had to go back to him. I had to tell him how I felt. I had to feel the sensation of his warm lips against mine. I needed him.
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From the moment I stepped out of my car I was second guessing myself. What was I doing? It was the middle of the night I was climbing up some guy who I'm in love with's house. As my feet were safely planted on the balcony, I stopped as I heard the chords of a guitar. I peeked in to Jack's room and saw complete darkness. I could barely make out the outline of a dark blob sitting on a bed. My heart fluttered as I moved forward to the doors.
I was strong. I could do this. I was going to tell Jack that I loved him, that I needed him. i took a deep breath as I quietly opened the glass door and entered Jack's room. I stood by the doors listening to his raw voice sing and his calloused fingers strum. My heart melted at his complete sincerity and genuine.. I really wanted him; i really needed him.
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As the music stopped, I started.
"Jack," I whispered. his head whipped around at my voice. I walked over to him and did what I really wanted to do for so long. I leaned down and slowly and unsure pressed my lips to his.
His lips were soft and moist. They were slow and passionate. They were perfect.
"Do you really love me Jack? If not, it's OK."
He pressed his lips to my forhead.
"Of course I love you."
"I love you too." He smiled and pulled me closer to him as our lips collided again.
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