"I fucking hate you." I growl, my fists balling at my sides as I restrain from punching his perfect face.
He grins, his snowy hair falling in his eyes as he advances me, his irises glistening with mischief. "Oh, yeah? Come on, Florence. Show me just...
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Chapter Seven
Sighing, I push the doors to my school open, the sleeves to my baggy band-t brushing against my upper arms and the AC flipping my hair back. Jackson saunters over to me, grabbing a ball cap off of some kid's head and putting it on backwards. Alex stumbles quickly behind him and my frown is turned into a smile.
"Aye, Lil' Mama." Jackson says in his 'gangster' voice. "How you been, where you been?"
"Hugs." I mumble and shuffle over to them.
Alex wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me to him while Jackson squeals, enveloping both of us in his large arms. "Group hug!"
"What's wrong, Smalls?" Alex inquires, his face nuzzled into the top of my head. "Wake up on the wrong side of the nest?"
I snort and snuggle into their warmth. "Kissed a guy. Now, he hasn't shown up for two days and I think he is avoiding me."
Jackson clears his throat and tosses the ball cap somewhere, his face serious. "Who's the bitch I gotta beat up?"
"No one." I laugh and give him 'gimme' hands. "Up."
Turning around, Jackson kneels and I hop onto his back, wrapping my legs around his torso. My period came and, by Jackson's quick response, I know he knows. Otherwise, he would have teased me or shoved me.
"Can we all sneak off campus at lunch and go get donuts?" I whisper between Alex and Jackson, shimmying on Jackson's back.
"Uh," Alex points his finger up to the sky and scoffs. "Hell fucking yeah."
The straps on my backpack are suddenly tugged harshly and I yelp, gripping onto Jackson with all of my might. Jackson stumbles but regains his composure after a few steps.
"Really, Miah?" I grumble and snuggle my head into Jackson's neck. "Not today, My Bitch. Not—today."
Out of all the days that Jessie could have chosen to show up, today apparently wasn't one of them. She ditched me when the sharks came out to play!
"What's wrong with her?" I hear Miah whisper to Alex and I mock him into Jackson's neck. Jackson pinches my thigh and I pull away, glaring at his hair. "Oh, okay."
For some reason, I really feel like belting out to Unconditionally by Katy Perry right about now. My fingers dance across Jackson's chest as I try to contain myself, instead settling for a soft hum. I eventually look up from my trance—me staring at my fingers either dancing or becoming a rock star—and frown as Landon walks down the hall.
"Smooch alert." I whisper into Jackson's ear and his posture tenses, his hold on me tightening. "It's alright, Buddy. I've got this."
Sliding down Jackson's back, I awkwardly fix my pad before popping my back and walking around Jackson, coming into Landon's view. He pauses when he sees me and then nods his head in the direction of my locker.
