Jackson's point of view
I rubbed my nose and put the cigarette back between my lips. I was concentrating on the girls that was dancing in front of me through my blurry vision caused by clouds of smoke surrounding me, dancing to the beat of the music that I hated playing in the background.
No I wasn't. I was thinking about her. I don't know why but for the first time of my life I felt bad for being mean to someone. I've never really cared until she came in my life. I've been changing for her and I don't even know why. The chick is so annoying that has a big mouth that asks hundred of questions pre minute.
"What's up?" Marcel asked and lightly hit my arm while sitting down on the couch next to me.
"Nothing." I murmured and took another puff of the cigarette between my fingers.
"Don't bullshit me man!" He took the cigarette from my hand causing me to let out a long breath making the smoke make a cloud in front of us, joining the others to make me blind.
"Just thinking about Father's shit." I lay back on the couch.
"Or thinking about her." He said. To hide his smirk he put the cigarette between his lips and took a long deep breath of it burning half of it down.
"Who?" I said causing him to laugh. "What's funny?" I took the cigarette from his hand and put it in my mouth filling my lugs with smoke and closed my eyes and mouth letting the smoke get out of my nose.
"Playing dumb is not something you do often Jackson Mickelson." He said.
"Who said I'm playing dumb? I seriously don't know who are you talking about!" I obviously said.
"I'm talking about her!"
"What about her?"
"So now you know who I'm talking about?" He smirked.
"Dude what the fuck! It could be anyone!" I snapped and looked away.
"Jackson! Seriously!" He let out a long breath of annoyance and looked back at me saying "I'm talking about Anastasia!"
"What about her?" Even if my words were showing my annoyance hearing her name, I couldn't stop my heart skipping a beat because of the mention of her.
"You like her." He said and took another puff of the small cigarette.
I looked at him with a weird looking and took the cigarette from his mouth. "You're high man!" I shook my head, ignoring him.
"No I'm not Jackson!" He seriously said.
"Yeah." I shortly answered and took the last puff of the cigarette then throw it and stepped on it with my shoe.
"I'm serious man! You care about her! I know you enough to know if you didn't care about her you wouldn't be sitting here, thinking about her. This morning I was texting you and you didn't want to come around which never happened before she appeared in your life. You disappeared for almost a week, staying home, with her let me clear that up. I know enough to know if you didn't care about the girl you wouldn't be doing all that." He finished.
I like her? Hell no. It's not because I'm thinking about her so I will jump to conclusion and admit I like her.
"You know," he started letting me the time to turn my face to face his before continuing "she doesn't have to end up like Cassy."
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Innocent ✔️
Romance"I am one of them, baby and I will protect you with my life!" Was the sentence that made me fall down my knees and believe him, give him all I could give but it wasn't easy. I didn't choose this life. I don't want it but when I saw him I just though...
