call it what you want

Chapter 30

Jackson

The drive back is pretty awkward considering the fact that she won't look at me at all, just fumbling her hands in her lap and looking straight out the window.

I don't know what the fuck even happened to be honest, other the the fact that she completely caught me off guard when she hopped onto my lap and starting kissing me like that. I don't know if I'll ever be able to fucking think straight after that.

And then in the bathroom when she was touching me and then when she looked up at me—
I'm gonna lose my fucking mind.

When I park the car in the lot, she quickly unbuckles and I turn to stop her.
"Can we talk about that?"

"About what?" She says, avoiding eye contact and trying to act nonchalant.

I widen my eyes because what the fuck do you mean about what?
About that kiss that's going to ruin every other fucking kiss ever.

"The kiss Ameeriah!"
"What about it?" she asks.

I give her an are you serious right now look.
"Really?"
"What!"
There's no way that I was the only one who felt something more.

"You're really gonna act like, what," I stammer, "like that was just your normal Friday night yeah?"
She doesn't say anything and I can tell she's not gonna say anything.

I audibly exhale and roll my eyes.
I rub my hands over my face before raising my voice a little. "Ameeriah I'm so tired of fucking pretending," I sigh.
"Pretending what?"

"Pretending like I don't really fucking care about you!"

She widens her eyes and they search over my face.

"You're like, actually my favorite person Meeriah," I pause a little before swallowing and continuing. "I think about you. At lot. Like all the time actually. I um, I mean," I clear my throat. "I don't feel like I've ever been able to talk to someone like I can talk to you."

I don't even think about what the hell I'm even saying, words just keep coming out.

"Just," I sigh. "I like talking to you. And I think you're cool. And pretty. And I just—" I finally cut myself off from the words spilling out of me. "I care about you. A lot," I finally add. "And I know that kiss wasn't just a simple kiss Ameeriah."

I wait for her response like a scared puppy dog and she gulps and her eyes look over my entire face.

"I don't know what to tell you Jackson," she starts. "I was doing my job. You know, holding up my end of the deal!" She says quickly as she pats me on the back and opens the car door to leave.

I slump back in my chair.
What the fuck just happened?

I rub my hands all over my face.

She patted me on the back?

After a minute or so, I finally get out of the car. It's pitch black outside and the only thing lighting up a portion of the parking lot is an orange street light.

I take a step out of my car and I get shoved into the side of my car. "What the fu—"
"Are you fucking serious?" And I immediately know that it's Wes' voice.

"I told you to stay away from her Jackson, that's Adare's best friend. Do you have to stick your dick in everything?"
"Dude! What are you talking about?" I say as I fix my shirt.

He looks at me like he doesn't buy anything that I'm saying."It's 1AM and she just got out of your car," he pauses when he looks down to my shirt to point at it. "And your shirt's wrinkled."

"Wes fuck you dude I'm not sleeping with her."
"You're not?" He says, sounding a little less mad.
"No!"
"Then what are you doing?"

"I really like her man," I sigh. "Like a fuck ton. And you can chill the fuck out because she doesn't like me."
He sighs and looks remorseful. "Shit."

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