Radio Active

Section 22

I brush my hair out, flinching at the odd times when there's a tat. Jackson is still in the shower, but he should be out soon. We didn't work in the Cabinet today but, as I got pretty sweaty I decided I needed a shower so Jackson got one too.

Once I've ensured all the tats are out, I begin to do the fishtail braid once again, or as Eric calls it the salmon plait. I laugh a little to myself thinking of him. I wonder what that guy wanted, the one who knocked on the door when stuff started getting heated. Even if I did ask Eric he would probably not be able to tell me, but, I guess it would be worth a shot.

The shower door opens, a semi-naked Jackson walking through, all he has is a towel around his hips, and it doesn't look that secure, so that's probably why he has his hands clung to it. He sends me a smirk, I grimace in reply. "Put some clothes on you filthy animal." I exclaim, laughing a little. Jackson opens his mouth wide, gasping.

"Excuse me!" Jackson shouts, throughing his hands up into the air. I yell out as the towel falls to the ground, Jackson doesn't even bother covering himself up, he just stands there, his hands still up in the air. I quickly try and cover my eyes, even though I have saw enough to be scarred for life.

"JACKSON! COVER YOURSELF UP!" A manly voice shouts from behind Jackson. I take my hands away from my eyes slightly looking to see who it is, even though I do recognise the voice. Hugh stands behind Jackson, his face showing absolute horror and I can't help but laugh. More so at Hugh's face. "Oi!" Hugh shouts over at me, "You better not be laughing at my bald head!" I laugh even more, what's he going on about! His head does act like a mirror when the light shines off it, which is pretty hilarious. Hugh chuckles to himself before grimacing at Jackson's backside, he then leaves the room.

After about five minutes, Jackson finally decided to go back into the shower cubicle and get changed. Thankfully my plait hasn't become too undone so I just tie it off with a black bobble. Jackson re-emerges from the cubicle fully clothed a smirk on his face, making me roll my eyes. He walks in front of the mirror and begins to spike up his dark, brown hair a bit, he pouts while he does this making me chuckle.

I take my jacket from the side and tie it tightly around my hips. I look directly at a spot that is forming on the side of my face, I scowl towards it. I haven't had a spot in some time and now one decides to make an appearance. Jackson turns to me, an annoying smile plastered over his face. "Ready to go Ni Ni?" I take a deep, sharp breath in and send Jackson a death glare.

"What did you just call me?" I ask in a low tone. Jackson just shakes his head a smile on his face,

"Nothing, nothing." He says his voice considerably higher than usual.

We walk out of the showering room, once we're both ready. We begin to go up the stairs, which are occupied by quite a few other workers going up to finish the day or, coming down to start the night shift, which I have thankfully never had to do, but there's still time.

"Got any plans for tonight?" Jackson asks me while we walk up the last flight of stairs.

"Not really just that I'm going to talk to Tash as I feel like I've been neglecting her." Jackson's hums in response.

"I get what you mean but, I personally think she's over reacting." I shake my head at Jackson's comment,

"I get you but, she's really gone down hill. Badly down hill. You've saw her, she's gone into deep depression and all I've done is spend my time with Eric." I kick the last step in frustration, it's true I haven't helped or even talked to her once.

"Don't beat yourself up about it Nadine, she'll be okay." Weakly I smile at Jackson, quickly swiping my card on the large door.

It's 17:15, so most people will be getting their food now so hopefully Eric has saved me a seat or, even Tash. We walk up the corridor and turn right to bump into a crying Sarah, Jackson gasps and jogs over to her pulling her into a hug. "What's wrong!?" Jackson exclaims obviously worried. She just sobs even more. Jackson turns to look at me, I immediately shake my head, I didn't tell her that Jackson cheated. I wouldn't do that, well.