"Truthfully, my heart was so full of her, I could barely call it my own."
𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 is the epitome of a doberman boy. Six-foot-five motorcycle rider and lifeguard, not only does he not have time to socialize with a girl longer than it...
"Is this you're way of apologizing?" I ask as I take the bag from Jack's hand.
"I don't apologize. Nice try though." He replies sharply.
My fingers graze over his ring filled knuckles and a wave of heat coasts through my body. My eyes shoot up towards Jack, but he only holds my gaze for a split second before looking past me as if I were some random stranger.
His coldness and arrogant commentary unsettles me in ways I didn't know I could be unsettled. Thoughts flood my mind and I can't help but think if the guy has ever even smiled before, non-sarcastically of course.
"You act so tough, but the second I tell any of the guys that I want an apology from you- you'll be begging on your knees for my forgiveness." I rebuttal truthfully.
In all honesty, I already don't like him. Jack thinks he can commit to actions without facing the consequences and I want to be the person to tell him that's not how the world works.
But for both mine and the groups sake, keeping things civil is the best option. So that's what I'll do. I can still push his buttons and play the 'innocent card' afterwards though, keeps things interesting.
"If you want me on my knees so bad, just say so." Jack says leaning down to my eye level and brings his voice to a whisper.
My words get caught in my throat and the only sound I can make is a small cough and an awkward laugh.
"So pathetic. In your dreams, Cameron." I scoff, finally getting myself to regain composure.
Jack's lips pull into a small grin, so small that unless you were intently watching his every move, you'd miss. Not to say I watch Jack Cameron's every move. That would be weird, unsettling, hard to accomplish.
My eyes swiftly move over to the dimples on each side of his soft lips. But the heat piercing from Jack's eyes onto my face is too overbearing. Weaving my way through the growing crowd, I pray the bright pink shade Jack made my face turn isn't evident.
I can feel his cold presence behind me. Stepping around the same people I do, following my precise path I take to the door. I don't have to turn around to know Jack is behind me, the looks on the crowd's face as they see the six-foot-five man tower over me says all I need to know.
"Flip the sign, Dyl!" I shout to Soph as I push open the doors to Wave Ryder's. Soph nods and turns the 'Closed' sign to 'Open' and just then is when everyone starts rushing in.
Parents following their kids around like lost dogs, Boyfriends trailing behind their significant other as they go ballistic over the cute clothing items.
A smile spreads across my giddy face as I refold the hoodies and lie them out on an empty table towards the back of the store.
"I'm proud of you, sis." Ford says genuinely as he rubs my shoulder blade. I look over my shoulder at him and smile before scanning the shop again.
Soph is running the register while Caden chats it up with a few familiar female faces towards the entrance of the shop. I can't help but notice Jack is nowhere to be found.
"Everything okay?" Ford asks faintly.
"Hm?" I hear the question, but I don't let it process in my mind as I continue to scan the room.
"Earth to August."
"What. Oh.. sorry. Yes. Yes! Everything is okay, just so much to do." Snapping out of the trance I was in, I give Ford a convincing enough smile before continuing to fold the Harbor Beach hoodies.
"Prick." I whisper to myself under the thought of Jack.
"Cocky, arrogant, entitled, prick-"
"Charming, charismatic, unbearingly handsome." Jack whispers behind me. I slowly turn around to face the asshole behind me and once again, he's wearing that stupid smirk from earlier.
"Are we naming characteristics about me?" I ask fluttering my eyelashes and interlocking my hands behind my back. I'd like to boast that I've mastered the 'innocent look' but of course, someone like Jack Cameron, sees straight through my bullshit.
"I'm not sure, August. Are you unbearingly handsome?" He asks mimicking my eye lash flutter.
"I'm not sure, Jack. You tell me." I challenge. He lets out a soft chuckle which he can clearly tell caught me by surprise.
"I'm not a robot, you know? I have human emotions."
"Could've fooled me."
"I mean," Jack lowers his voice and slowly leans into my ear. "Could a robot be cocky, arrogant, or entitled?" His arm brushes against my bare midsection due to my short tank top. As loud and crowded as the store is, the air between us falls silent.
Jack quietly hums in my ear as he carefully rummages through the sweatshirts I folded a few minutes ago. My back is pressed against the table and my breath hitches every time a wave of his scent channels through my nose.
He smells like the finest, most expensive Dior cologne and strong mint gum. His fluffy black hair tickles my face as he focuses his attention away from the clothing and back on me. His left hand balances on the table behind me as his other hand fidgets with the hem of my tank top.
"Answer my question, doll."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know we were playing Trivia." I whisper. My breathing staggers at the words that just left my mouth and him somehow coming up with another nickname that makes my stomach do this weird turny thing.
"I don't play games." He replies sharply. Just when I thought he couldn't physically get any closer, he does. His lips brush against my ear and every time he talks I can feel his cold, minty breath blanket my skin.
"Not even Trivia?" I continue. I don't engage in his physical contact, not that I don't want to, I just can't move. The second I could see every freckle perfectly placed on his tan skin and feel every exhale against my skin- is the second my feet glued to the ground.
"Funny."
"Are we adding that to my list of attributes?"
"No, doll. Mine."
"I don't like you." I scoff.
"Good. Hate me. Turns me on."
Before I can even process Jack's words, he stands back up straight and walks away. The asshole walks away.
I stand there dumbfounded, the only thing still in my presence is the thousands of thoughts running through my mind.
I peak around the wall and scan the shop. Happy faces and hands picking through bathing suits and summer essentials fill the space. Confused on how nobody saw what just happened, I flick my eyes to the clock, twelve-thirty-seven.
We've only been open for seven minutes. Jack just made me feel more emotions in seven minutes than any guy has ever made me feel in my whole life.
"Ridiculous." I whisper under my breath.
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