"There's no way that it's not going there."
Whose to say moving across the country for a job and a best friend is a stupid decision? Oh, right, everyone she knew back home.
But where he was, that just had to be home. She just wasn't sure if she'd e...
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"No, I am not coming, go away!" Blair screamed into her intercom.
"You have to come!" Jackson's voice sounded on the other side. "There's going to be waffles."
Despite knowing he could not see her, she threw her hands up in exasperation and mouthed a "what the?" at the wall.
"Your favorite food is waffles, Avery, not mine," she said, holding the button.
"Fine, get a burger then."
She could picture him standing there at the front steps of her apartment building with his stupid scrunched eyebrows that he made whenever he was mad or irritated. She hoped some of her neighbors were there giving him the stink eye.
"Absolutely not."
"Please, Pogi."
"No, fuck you," she said back, cringing at hearing her childhood nickname through the intercom.
She looked like a boy when she was a baby, so her family had called her "Pogi," which was Tagalog for "handsome." When Jackson heard the story for the first time, he couldn't help but use it, too.
"Real mature," he retorted. "Now buzz me in."
"I hope you rot," she replied, but not even a second later, she did press the button that would unlock the apartment building with a buzzing sound.
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"He hates me," she said, shaking her head.
She sat in the passenger seat of Jackson's car with her arms crossed over her chest, refusing to even look at the man next to her.
Okay, she had really good peripherals so she could see him anyway, but they both knew it, but she liked the ego boost it gave her to see him glancing at her several times instead of the road while she wouldn't even let her eyes drift in his direction.
"He does not hate you," Jackson denied, his grip on the steering wheel enough of an indicator that he was disliking the situation as much as, if not more than, Blair was.
"Have you met him? No? Because if you had, you'd know: he hates me."
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If there was ever a man unable to hid the disdain on his face, it was Jackson's paternal grandfather. Not that Blair would ever admit it, but there was a time period where she got Jackson's family tree mixed up and thought Catherine was Harper's daughter. In her defense, though, she did work for the Harper Avery Foundation.
