Curly Headed Cutie (Original)

Chp. 41: "This isn't safe...."

I didn't expect to see Jackson here...

Especially after he disappeared and kicked himself out of the friend group...

I laugh nervously, "Jackson! Hey!!" I step back, unwrapping Jackson's arms from around me. I gaze up into his blue eyes, they seem dull and empty.

What's wrong with him??

"Hey, Tiff~ " Jackson swoons, leaning close, the smell of alcohol consuming my nostrils.

Now I see what's wrong...

He always said he didn't drink...

I lean back, scrunching my nose at the stench, feeling nauseous from it. Suddenly, Jackson grabs my waist, pulling me close to him. "Jackson, what are you doing?" I say, tensing up, feeling uncomfortable. I try pushing him away, "Let me go."

I continue trying to push him away, but he doesn't budge. His grip around me only tightens and my heart thuds quickly from nervousness.

Shit...

"Jackson," I mumble, voice strained from trying to push him off, "Let-let me go..."

"Ya'know, Tiffany, I've always wanted to tell you that I love you~ " He replies, his eyes glancing down to my lips, and my stomach turns. "Jackson, let me go." I whimper, grunting while still trying to shove him off.

"Travis is no good for you, Tiffany~ " Jackson purrs, my breathing quickening and my legs trembling, "A sweet, charming girl like yourself- " He pauses for a moment, his blue eyes looking me up and down. His eyes stop at my breasts and he licks his lips, "should be with someone who knows how to treat you. "

I shove him as hard as I can, leaning away from his smelly breath, "LET ME GO, JACKSON!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!!"

"Relax, beautiful," He says, his pupils dilated, "Let me please you the way you deserve to be pleased~ "

Suddenly, Jackson spins us around and pushes me into the wall, hard. I gasp at the pain of hitting my head on the wall. Jackson stares at me, lustfully, and his eyes land on my neck. I squirm at the feeling of his hands on me, and he leaning in and kissing my neck.

"NO!!!!" I shove him off, and he stumbles back, letting go of me, "WHAT THE FUCK'S YOUR PROBLEM?!! DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!!!"

"Aw, c'mon, Tiff, don't play so hard to get, " Jackson says, grinning, trying to step closer. I shove him away, again, feeling scared, "I SAID STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!!"

"UGH!!!!" Jackson suddenly roars, frustrated. I flinch, trying to remain calm. Tears come to my eyes, as I bite my bottom lip to avoid panicking any further. He rubs his dirty blonde hair out of his face, looking up towards the sky, "WHY?!!!!!"

He's drunk...

This isn't safe....

I need to get out of here...

But I'm afraid he might do something if I try to get away.

I glance around me, my lips quivering, and notice the girl's restroom. I notice the door has a lock on it, and instantly become hopeful.

All I need to do is lock myself inside, call the police officers or someone, and I'll be safe...

I look back at Jackson, who still isn't looking in my direction, and slowly inch my way over to the bathroom door. My backstays pinned against the wall, as I try to control my staggered breathing.

"FUCK, TIFFANY!!!" Jackson shouts, looking back at me, his eyes wild-looking, "WHY ARE YOU BEING SO DAMN DIFFICULT?!!!"

He throws his hands into the air and shouts, "DON'T YOU SEE I LOVE YOU?!! I'M CLEARLY THE BETTER OPTION FOR YOU THAN TRAVIS IS!!!!"