The Playboy and Me(on hold)

Chapter 7:

So im taking a break on all my stories but this one I can't bear to disappoint everyone who wants me to update so I'm really going to speed things along and finish it in the next few chapters.

Jessica~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I came down the stairs in dark skinny jeans and a float pale pink too with a dark pink tank top underneath.

I wore a light sweater and my hair was down in long beach waves secured back with a rose headband.

Jackson's mouth dropped and o blushed and looked down.

As I finished my dramatic entrance into the main hall, Jackson stood by my side and took my arm. I politely took his and we paraded out the door.

His car smelt like roses and the ride was silent and awkward.

We arrived at a fancy place and he escorted me inside. By the way he looked at me and couldn't take his eyes off me tells me that if we go to prom together, he'll be drooling buckets. This is just casual dress

I drift off in thought but I'm brought back to reality when a cute waiter comes by.

"Can I take your order?" He says. I can't help but smile back. He has light blonde hair floating around his face and big dimples. His big blue eyes twinkled and I snapped out of my daze. "Um.."

Jackson interrupted me.

"I'll have a meatloaf and she"ll have a salad."

I glare at him. How dare he order something for them that I don't even want. He notices my glare but ignores it.

I get mad and decide to playa round with him a bit, maybe..... flirt with the waiter.......

I open my mouth but the waiter left and I shut it.

While we wait for our food, I fiddle with the loose string on my purse and I can tell Jackson isn't too comfortable with the things situation either.

"How dare you order for me?!"  I scold Jackson. He looks surprised. "Well I guess if you wanted to just order a salad yourself big deal." He protested and I get even more mad. "How do you even know I wanted a salad?"

"Well, I mean, you're on a diet and you're trying to stay skinny...... And ....." I make a face.

"I am not on a diet and I don't need to be skinny. I'm not like all those other cheerleaders you've taken here, I need a big chunk of meat and a big Coke."

I pull over the first waiter that walks by, whether he's serving our table or not. "Sir I'd like a fat sirloin steak and a large Coke please. And make it quick I'm starved."

The stunned waiter jotted it down and hurries off towards the kitchen. Everyone was staring at me. I slink down in my seat and played Crossy Road until our food came.

I gobbled my steak and salad quickly, Jackson finishing right after.

"Sorry 'bout that." He said. "I just thought you'd be no different than anyone else. Like, just all the other girls I've dated and later dumped" I shrug. I guess I'm not like the others. "I guess I haven't the dated enough girls." Jackson adds with a smirk and I glare at him.

"Do you want to leave now?" He asked but instead of waiting for my reply he slides himself out of the booth and snaps out his wallet. Jackson slaps the money on the table and I get out of the booth.

We walk to the car and deciding not to be the gentlemen, Jackson doesn't open the door for me. I mentally snort. Who needs him to do that anyways.

I go over and open the door. It's locked. Jackson starts up the car. "No! Jackson!" I bang on the window.

Luckily, since his car is so new, the engine is quiet and he turns to look my way. Smirking, he opens the door and I huff as I crawl inside. "How many girls have you left in this parking lot?" I blurt out. I curse my stupid mouth when he replies. "Well les say you're the first. But I've dumped girls in other parking lots."

I blush a little and we smoothly drive down the road. An awkward silence filled the car and I hated the tension. "Well, tonight was nice....... thank you I guess for taking me out tonight."

He shrugged and stopped at the light.

By the time we reached my house, I had fallen asleep, but still awake enough to hear what he'd be doing to me. Jackson grunted and opens my door. Scooping me out, he holds me in his arms bridal style and carried me to the house. He's carrying me!

I think and I get set down on my bed.

Jackson drapes my covers over my body and leaves in a huff. What? No kiss.....?

Just as if he head heard my thoughts, he slowly paced back to me and kissed my forehead.

After that, well I was asleep.