Bad Boy Jay [AOMG]

Four

Weeks have passed since that night, and I have grown unbelievably close with Jackson.
I tell him everything, and I would consider the boy one of my closest friends.

I have also gone on two more dates with Jay. I can't say that I am as close with him as I am with Jackson, but we are getting there.

And I honestly do not know how to feel about that. Originally, I was one of the many girls swooning over Mr. Park. But then I realized that he was not worth my time. Once this was brought to my attention, I had swallowed back any trace of feelings that I might develop for him.

As of now, those feelings may be starting to resurface. I still don't necessarily have feelings for him, but I can't bring myself to cut connections with him.

"Raina, what are you thinking about?" His unique voice intruded my thoughts. His body was turned, facing me so that he could listen intently to my response.

"Nothing," I said with a smile.
The truth is, it doesn't matter what I was thinking. Whenever I hear the sound of his voice, I lose my train of thought and begin to focus on the way it sounds when my name leaves his lips.

You could say that this is the one of the stages to falling in love, and I would not argue with that. But I can't help but admire things like this, even if I force myself not to like Jay.

"I don't think you understand how much I like you." He shot me a serious look. I bit my lip, hoping that it would prevent me from blurting out anything I will regret.

"I wish I could say the same to you," I respond with an uninterested tone. Jay's face drops immediately.

"I'm not joking."

"I'm not joking either, Jay."

"I just want you to notice how much I care for you," He answers, running a hand through his dark hair.

"I don't know you that well, so you couldn't care for me that much."

"That's why I have been taking you out on so many dates, though. It's so I can say that I know you."

I leaned back into the chair I was sitting on.
I don't understand why he insists on getting close with me.

I don't want to know him that well. This way, when he tries to break my heart, it won't be nearly as devastating.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he assured.
But I didn't believe those words. The ones who promise not to hurt you are the ones who leave you to sit in your room at night, wondering what you did wrong.

"I have to go," I said while quickly standing up.
He was hot on my heels as I sped out of his home.

"Why are you leaving so soon?" He blurted.

"I have somewhere to be."

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I raised my hand to the familiar wooden door, knocking. Minutes later, it swung open.

"Raina," he said. There was a smile evident on his features. "Come in."

His broad figure moved to the side, allowing me to walk into the beautiful home.

"What brings you here? I thought that you were with Jay." He spoke again. His tone showed that he was surprised, but Jackson should know by now that I prefer to spend time with him than the other playboy. I've started to realise that Jackson isn't really a player, he just comes off as one.

Jackson flirts with girls, and he's extremely handsome. But everyone in town misjudges him.
Well, he actually brings it upon himself. Jackson wants the reputation of a player, but I have yet to figure out why he would want that.