Jack P.O.V.

Me and the guys were sitting in the car, driving to the restaurant we used to hang out at all the time. I was excited. It had been such a long time since all five of us got to hang out together.

I felt bad for leaving Y/n, but she seemed okay with the idea. I tried not to think about it.

"Ah shit." I grumbled when I realized my phone was about to die. Mark looked over at me, chuckling, "What's up?"

"My phone's about dead."

"We have a charger in here. You can charge it while we go inside and eat."

I took a second to think about leaving the phone in the car. What if Y/n needed me for something? What if something happened?

I stared at the phone, pondering my decision when suddenly I realized the guys had already left the car, "Come on, slow poke!" Mark yelled, waiting outside the car.

I made a quick decision and put my phone on the charger, then ran inside.

Y/n probably wouldn't need to call. Unless someone broke in, in which case she could always call 911.. Right? It wasn't like anyone was going to break in though.

We all walked into the restaurant and sat in the corner booth as we used to. Someone surprised us at the booth as our waiter.

"Daithi?" I asked as he smiled at us, "Hello fellow Irishman."

A/n: FYI DaithiDeNogla. Another youtuber. Ever heard of him? Maybe?

He spread his arms out and pulled me into a hug. I hadn't seen him in awhile. He was supposed to be majoring in law to become a lawyer.. I wonder why he was a waiter.

"You're a waiter here?"

"Nah. I told a friend I'd help him out cuz they were busy earlier. Luckily carrying food around wasn't too difficult."

I snorted, "So.. What are you then?"

"A lawyer. I don't have any clients right now. Not surprising though. I just got my diploma a few months ago."

I nodded as I sat down with the guys as another guy walked up to us and took our drink orders, then left us with Daithi again.

Mark suddenly began to speak after a moment of silence, "So. Who wants to hear a little story about Jackaboy?"

They all looked at me, but I just stared at Mark, unsure what story he meant. There were so many. I couldn't tell what it was about.

"You guys have to promise you won't tell Y/n though. I told her I wouldn't say anything, buuuuuut oh well. She won't mind too much."

Oh sweet Jesus. What is he talking about?

Daithi sat down next to me as we listened to Mark begin the story.

"So Y/n came into school today and she was acting really weird. Not bad weird, but like day dreaming weird. She doesn't normally do that. Ya know. Bob. Wade. I know you two don't know her well, but for me and Jack, we know she's like not exactly I one to loose focus."

"Mark?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. My expression said, "Where is this going?"

Mark's expression was sinister and evil.

"Well, while working on the work sheet during class.. I asked her about it. Guess what she was day dreaming about?"

Matt chuckled, "Jack? Because this story is about Jack, right?"

"And?" It was an interesting thing to know she was thinking about me, of all people, but Mark never just has a story as simple as that. There was obviously more.

"She told me she was day dreaming about the night before."

Instantly Bob, Wade, Matt, and Daithi look at me, raising eye brows and smirking at me. I raised my hands up defensively, "Hey look, I have no idea. We didn't do anything. Not what I can think of."

"That's the thing, Jack. You were drunk and-"

I panicked, "What?! Did I sleep with her?!" I freaked the fuck out. Did I take advantage of her while I was drunk? Oh god know.. Please tell me that isn't it.

"No. You didn't." He said, reassuring me which quickly calmed my nerves. I sincerely thought that I went too far this time. But.. If I didn't do that what did I do?

"What did he do then?" Wade asked, curiosity obvious in his tone.

Mark smiled and said, "He came on to her and they had a full blown, tongue and all make out session."

I panicked again on the inside, yet I had mixed emotions and so many comments to make such as:

So much tension for a make out session?

Why did you tell the story like you were watching it?

She liked it?

She LIKED it?

She FUCKING LIKED IT?!

I was questioning everything about myself. I kiss her and I don't think she remembered it.. She let's me make out with her and I don't remember it? What had my life come to?

Our drinks were brought to us and our orders were taken. All of us getting something different. I chose some Alfredo pasta cuz why the fuck not?

I was still wondering about the whole drunk me thing. I wouldve thought she'd push me away.. Or at least slap me. But no. She let me. Which confused the hell out of me for some reason. Why wasn't it just simple? We made out. Boom. Figured out, right?

"So.. How is she anyway? Haven't heard too much about her." Matt said, taking a drink from his cup.

Mark shrugged and looked at me, "He's the one she lives with. Ask this genius. Y/n enthusiast."

"Shut the fuck up, Mark. She has been... Sorta terrified. Ya know.. Her boyfriend and all. I want to beat him so fucking badly."

"Don't beat him too badly. I don't want to have to represent you in court," Daithi joked, chuckling slightly along with the rest of us.

"That douche bag deserves it. Who treats someone that poorly?" Mark asked, shaking his head in disappointment. Bob, Wade, Daithi, and Matt were never told any names. Me and Mark agreed just to say her boyfriend. Wouldn't want them to try and track him down like hound dogs, not that they'd do that.

I slightly chuckled at the fact that we were talking about her. It made me smile, thinking about her..

"Is today a special day for her?" Matt asked.

I looked at him and shook my head, "No. I mean, she gets the house to herself, but other than that.. No."

"Huh.. Cuz my friend said he was going to visit her as a special surprise for her. That's why I suggested the boys night out. I thought she could use a surprise to cheer her up."

"Wait.. Surprise? Who the fuck is this friend? I've never heard her talk of anyone besides.. Her boyfriend," I watched as Matt took another drink. Mark seemed to suddenly be tense, just like me. Something about that didn't feel right. She never talked about anyone besides Mike.

"Sorry.. I'm friends with a guy named Mike and-"

"Mike?!" I shot up, "Mike with dark brown hair and about your height?"

"Uh... Yeah.. Why-?"

I made a bolt for the door, Mark following behind me. Mike. That twisted dick bag. I would kill him if he hurt her.

Mark and I hopped into the car. Mark turned the ignition and sped off towards my house. I looked down at my phone and I grabbed it, turning it on. Three missed calls from Y/n. Oh god.. That was almost twenty minutes ago.

"I'm such an idiot. I should've known better." I scolded myself.