Loving the High School Bad-Boy

Chapter 6

Jacksons POV:
I walk out of the room and call Chase, he'll get me out of this annoying kids party.

"Chases amazing voice is speaking."

"Chase come to the house across my street with beer."

"Be there in 10 my friend." I disconnect the call and go back to my seat. Only to find Kelly and Shane, (at least I think that's his name, it might be Sean...) making out in it. I push them off and sit down. They're clearly wasted. I'm not planning on getting wasted, but of these idiots want to drink in my presence, I'm gonna make sure they have one hell of a hangover.

"Who was that?" Amy slurred.

"A friend of mine is gonna come over and he's begging beer."

"Yay!" Everyone cheered.

"You guys get it all." I tell them, they cheer again.

"Aww, come on man! I thought we were the ones getting wasted." Chase is soon bombarded by teenagers grabbing 6-packs from his hands. "There all ready wasted."

"Yep, but they created this scheme so I'm making sure they're hangover is like hell."

He snickered, "This'll be fun."

I point to all of em, "That's Casey, that's Shane or Sean, I don't know his name, that's Cody, and that's Kelly. And then the mastermind, Amy."

"She's cute. Are you gonna bang her?"

"No. Don't say that. She's not bang-able."

"Ooo, does my little Jackson have a crush?" He tilts his head to the side.

"Fuck no." I roll my eyes, and watch as Amy falls into Chases lap.

"Your cute." Amy slurs. Chase grins.

"I know, you not so bad yourself." She giggles.

"You and my friend Casey would be cute together. CASEY! COME OVER GERE!"

"Okay!"

"Casey, ah, meet this guy, you two would be cute together!"

"Okay, hi guy."

Chase smirks, "why hello."

I glare at him, "Don't get any ideas, I'm babysitting these kids."

He raises an eyebrow, "Arn't they 17?"

I shrug, "How old are you?"

Cody calls out 18! Casey calls out 17! Sean calls out 17! Kelly call out 17.5! And I never hear Amy call out hers,

"Amy? How old are you?"

She slinks lower in her chair. "Old enough. I have a late birthday."

"Ah, perfect because little Jackson here is young too!" Chase calls out.

"Amy? Are you okay? Why won't you tell me?" I ask, brushing the hair out of her face.

"Will you still be friends with me?" She looks at me with her big brown eyes.

"Yes, age is but a number."

She looks to the ground, "I'm only six-teen."

I smile, "that's amazing."

She perks up, "Really?"

"Yes. I think it makes you even more beautiful."

"I'm beautiful?"

My heart stops in my chest, I definitely think she's pretty, gorgeous even but should I tell her? There's a chance she's one of those people who things come back to them sometime during the day... I sigh, "Yes, your very pretty."

She smiles, "Thank you, your eyes are very pretty too..." She shyly looks to the ground.

I pull her closer and feel her breathing quicken, "Thank you, now I think you should go and stop Casey from eating Chases face off." I whisper in her ear while playing with here hair.
She slowly turns around to see Chase and Casey sucking faces. She slowly detached her hands from my hips and scurries over and pulls Casey away from Chase.

"Man, thanks for that, I think that she is an amazing hook-up," he licks his lips, " I think I'm a little drunk now too." He says jokingly.

"Don't get any idea, when she remembers she's gonna castrate both of us." I threaten.

He smirks, "I like this chick even more."

I roll my eyes and walk over to the 'fort' to find out that everyone is passed out. Kelly and Shane are spooning on the couch, Casey is cuddling a blanket. Cody is straddling a...a book on kittens? I'm taking a picture of this...
Click!
After that I find Amy behind the couch curled in a ball, looking very cute actually.

I sigh and pick her up, 'bridal style' as Casey would say and carry her to her room. I lay sleeping beauty on her bed, I look at her.

She's wearing a zebra onzie which is normally a huge turn off, but she somehow makes it work wonderfully.
She looks sort-of sexy. What? Did I just think that? I bang my head against a wall.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.