My Savior

4.

I wake up the next day and realize I didn't even change out of my clothes from last night. So I go and take a shower.

Once I'm finished I put on a black tank-top crop-top, a pair of faded, holey blue jeans and a pair of non-matching socks. I blow dry my hair then put it in a messy bun with curly strands hanging loose.

I throw my dirty clothes in the bin and take a load to the washer. I check the pockets of stuff to make sure there is nothing in them.

I grab Jackson's jacket and when I check its pockets there's a piece of paper with a phone number and a heart on it.

Me being me and being nosy as hell, I called it.

Someone picks up on the first ring.

"Morning princess," his voice sounds

Obviously it's Jackson.

"Uh, how do you know it's me?"

"I didn't, lucky guess," I can't help but laugh at him

"Whatever," I say and roll my eyes

"Yeah, whatever my ass," I roll my eyes yet again

"Yeah, well I found the number when I went to wash the jacket," I tell him minus the part of me being nosy.

"Why? You didn't have to do that, you know that, right?"

"I wasn't gonna return it dirty. Not after you let me borrow it, that would've been rude,"

"What if I wanted it to smell like you?" he says suggestively

I blush at what he say involuntarily then there's a knock at the door.

"Hey I'll call you back there's someone at the door," I start my way over to the door

"How do you know?" I open the door

"It's me," He says with a smirk on his face, taking the phone from his ear and ending the call.

"Oh," I say stupidly before inviting him in "Sorry about the mess, I was fixing to clean up,"

"You're fine," He says looking around

"I take it you have a sibling," He's looking at the mess of my little sister's toys

"Yeah, sister. She's four," I tell him

There's a silence between us but it's comfortable.

Then the washer goes off since it was a small load and on quick wash. I take the clothes out and put them in the dryer.

"You're jacket should be done soon," I say turning around to find out I'm talking to myself.

"Jackson?" I call out, wandering around the house I call his name a few more times before hearing "In here," as an answer.

I follow where he said and entered my room.

"Um, what're you doing in here?"

"Sorry, I was looking around when I saw a Falling In Reverse poster, so um- yeah,"

"Well, yeah nothing interesting in my room," I say

"Lies," He retorts, confusing me

"Oh, really?"

"Really,"

"Ok then please enlighten me," I pierce my lips at him

He gets up and walks towards me, making me back away until my back hits the wall and hee cages me in with his arms.

"You,"

"No," I scoff, rolling my eyes at him "You're full of it,"

"Why do you say that, princess?"

"First you're an asshole, then you need my help and kiss me and now you say I'm interesting,"

I want to believe him but I have a hard time trusting people. I have to thank my mother for that, she has let me down too many times.

Nobody knows thee distrust I have for humanity, not even Crystal.

He pulls his arms back and reaches down taking my hands in his. They're warm compared to mine and they feel nice, kinda rough, but nice.

"Let me show you I care," He asks of me

"Why should I?" I can't help but question him. I question everybody.

"I have no good answer other than maybe you'll see I'm not completely full of it," He chuckles and I can't help but to do the same.

Then the dryer goes off.

"Your jackets done," I tell him before pulling away to go get it with him following suit.

I bend over and pull it out of the dryer, as I do so he says something I don't quite make out.

"What'd you say?"

"Nothing," he says nonchalantly "Just talking to myself,"

"Ok," I say handing him the jacket

"Put it on, we're going out and it's kinda chilly," He tells me

"I can grab one of my own," I tell him

"Being stubborn seems to be your specialty,"

"Sometimes when you open up to people, you let the bad in with the good, that's all," I smirk at him

"Did you seriously quote 'She's all that'?"

I blush in embarrassment but I did. It was corny as hell but hey that's me! When I said it I was trying to be a smart ass.

He just shakes his head at me "You're too cute," he says grabbing my wrist and pulls me behind him.

"Wait, Jackson,"

"What?"

"I don't have shoes on,"

He looks down and scratches the back of his neck "Oh,"

I go back inside and put on a pair of black converse.

"Okay, I'm ready I say, coming back out.

"Let's go," He says pulling me behind him to a motorcycle

"Cliché," I mumble but I was still heard

"How?"

"Bad boy has a motorcycle," I tell him with a 'duh' tone. He rolls his eyes at me.

"Well fuck you," I tell him and he turns around. To keep from running into him, I sidestep but he follows trapping me between his arms and he leans in.

"Is that and offer or demand, princess?" His eyes slightly darker with lust

"Neither," I deadpan "Are we gonna go somewhere or not?" He looks slightly defeated.

He pulls back and gets on his bike with me behind him. He starts up, I put my hands on his shoulder and when he starts to take off I start to go backwards. I quickly reposition my arms around his waist, holding on for dear life.

He starts to laugh at me and I wanted to smack him upside the head but being too scared to let go, I didn't do shit. I also didn't want to be the cause of us crashing and dying.

I just held on and enjoyed the view.