JEALOUSY.

* ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Chapter 9˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Tiana's POV

After a few seconds I snapped back into reality. He still likes her. What am I doing? I pulled away from him and attempted to unscramble my brain. I lifted my hand to my chest and tried to catch my breath, but it was impossible when I finally looked at Jackson.

Jackson leaned back from me, but kept looking at me. My eyes danced around his entire body trying to figure out what he's thinking. His lips were slightly parted as if he was waiting for me to repeat what just happened. His face was flushed, as if he had a fever, and his eyes were so low it looked like he was dozing off. 

"I'm sorry I don't know what that was." I struggled to get out. Jackson blinked a few times before meeting my eyes. I couldn't quite read what he was thinking or feeling and that scared me even more with his silence.  

I began picking and plucking at my fingernails to avoid eye contact and even having to deal with the consequences for my actions. After a few seconds I felt the bed move, but out of pure embarrassment I couldn't bring myself to look up. 

He's so done with me.

Or so I thought.

Jackson was now as close to me as he was before I landed that kiss on him. "Ti." He said in an unfamiliar voice. His hands slowly and carefully slid up the back of my already burning hot neck. 

"Do you regret it?" He said in an unfamiliar tone as he rubbed his thumb behind my ear.

"I don't know what I think." I quietly responded back to him. He caressed the back of my ear for a few more seconds before dropping his hand and sighing. 

"I don't wanna be here anymore." He stood up and made his way to the door. Huh? 

Jackson grabbed the doorknob and turned to me, "Let's go Ti, I miss my bed." I nodded in silence and quickly got up to follow behind him. 

As soon as the door opened the music that was muffled while we were in the room was now blasting and booming throughout the house. Jackson led the way down the stairs and I blindly followed behind him. I kept my eyes on the door as he said his goodbyes to his friends. I caught a glimpse of Aaliyah was arguing with Brian in the living room, but that was none of my concern and the least of my worries right now. 

We finally made it out of the house after about 30 side conversations. After the 10th person stopped Jackson I almost thought about just jumping out a fucking window to escape that house, but I'd rather not start senior year being known as 'The crazy bitch who jumped out the window.' Knowing the people at my school they'd swear up and down I was on some type of drugs and now suddenly I'm a junkie.

I sighed out of relief when I felt the cool breeze hit my face. The music still blasted behind me, but at least I wasn't in that house anymore. Jackson still hadn't said anything to me since before we left the room and honestly I don't know what he's thinking. He seemed fine when he said bye to his friends, but has yet to say anything to me. I walked a small distance behind him while we made our way back to his car. 

When we got in the car the tension had me feeling suffocated. I couldn't stand the silence and the rising tension. "Jackson.." I said his name softly, but loud enough for only him to hear. 

"What's up?" He didn't look at me while he started the car and put it in drive. 

"What now?" I basically mumbled. I don't even know if I really want the answer to my own question. I just couldn't stand the overbearing silence.