The buildings are unfamiliar and so are the people in it.
Left.
Right.
Nope. Not a single known person.
My phone buzzes - Jackson.
I swipe right, "You know who you called."
"How's orientation?"
"It hasn't started. Do I have to be here?"
"Crystal, it's part of our agreement. Remember?"
Before setting foot on Pandora Academy, I may have thrown one of the largest tantrums in my life. If you called slamming the bedroom door, refusing to eat, and fake crying under the covers a tantrum.
"You attend orientation, and I'll get you that car you wanted."
The thought of a brand-new car put a smile on my face.
"Mom says I can't drive, I'm too young." Plus, I don't have my driver's license.
"I'll figure something out. Okay?"
"Fine."
"So, first-"
I rolled my eyes, "First I attend the stupid orientation then you sign me up for the stupid driving test."
"Precisely."
Jackson got a loose screw, and we all have no choice but to accept it.
"Oh, before I forget-"
"Abby's husband's younger brother is attending Pandora Academy too."
There is a brief silence on the other end before he responds with: "Did I tell you that already?"
"Only like five times."
"Huh. I must be losing it."
"A tad."
The longer I talked to Jackson, the less lonely it felt. That's it. That's why I'm allowing him to talk to me longer than usual. So, I don't look like a lonely loser.
Soon, I found myself on a bench at the bottom of a tree, picking on my thigh.
"Don't you have a job to go to?" I asked.
"This is more important."
Idiot.
"I may be losing it-"
"Probably."
"But, doesn't your orientation start at 8:30?"
"Yeah."
"It's 11."
"Yup."
Jackson releases a deep breath, "Crystal."
"Well, what can I say? What we're doing is much more important."
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Crystal's Heart
RomanceThere is no one better to crown - to fit so perfectly - in the stereotype of the spoiled trust fund baby than Crystal Lun Martinez. If she wants it. She gets it. Simple as that. And what does she wants? Or rather, who does she wants? Scratch tha...
