Loving the High School Bad-Boy

Chapter 11

Jacksons POV (several days later):
I woke up and noticed some long hair in my face, I brushed it off and looked at the girl below me.

It wasn't who I wished it was, it wasn't Amy.

She was some girl who I fucked last night after going to the club. And I wouldn't ever call or talk to again, even though I would tell her that I would.

I pulled up the blanket to cover her naked body, what can I say, I'm not a morning person. I slid out of the bed and found my boxers and pulled them on, I searched around the tiny apartment for my other pieces of clothing and looked in her fridge. I grabbed a beer even though it was shitty, beer is better than no beer.

I walked out of the building and go my bike without looking back.
**flashback**
I pulled her in closer, pulling her in with my hands on my waist, she blushed while giggling, "Jackson! Stop! I mean it!" She didn't mean it, she was just joking.

I leaned in and trailed kisses down her jawline, "You don't want that."

She blushed, "No! You not getting to fourth base yet!"

I pouted, "okay. But me thinks Me gonna have to venture to third."

She smiled up at me but didn't reply. She pulled up my chin to her face and pulled me closer to her lips.

I crashed my lips on to hers and bit her bottom lip asking for entrance, she playfully denied, and I started tugging on her bottom lip begging for it.

She finally caved and we kissed in sync, moving out lips to the same rhythm.
Moving our lips to the same beat and we were practically one. I loved just being with her, she so amazing.
I let my hands roam her body which she allowed, she had her hands around my neck and was grinding herself against me causing me to moan. She grinned against my lips, satisfied, she moved her hands to the hem of my shirt and slipped her hands underneath it, letting her hands move I across my abdomen. I grabbed her ass to hold her up and she groaned in reply.

"Jackson..." She mumbled against my lips.

I pulled back, seeing she needed air and looked into her eyes and then back down to her now swollen lips that were still beautiful and soft.
I leaned in and pecked her lips and she pulled back and looked into my eyes.

"Jackson." She looks up at me through her eyelashes.

"Yes?" I asked, curious.

"I-I think I love you." She stuttered.

I grinned, "I think I love you too, Evelyn."
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I know I know. It's been to long my lovelies, and right about time for a JACKSON POV DONT CHA THINK!

I love ya'll but I have a question that I would much appreciate If you answered, Did you think it was Amy? Or did you know it wasn't her? Please comment and tell me the answer.

Have fun reading my loves!
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