I heard a knock when I was in the middle of washing my face. I threw my head up and hit it on the head of the tap. "Ah fuck! Scott go open the door!" I screamed out the bathroom door. Stiles poked his head in and almost scared the living shit out of me. "What's taking you so long Nat? Trying to look good for Jaaackson?" God, he was so annoying. I pushed him away and closed the door again. "Please go open the door for him Stiles and make sure he doesn't come up here okay?" He walked out the room with an okay and slammed my bedroom door. I wonder what's wrong with him... I instantly felt bad for not trying to see what my bestfriend's problem was but I didn't have any time to spare. I needed to get ready for Jackson. Ugh the things I would do to him.. He had a very sharp jaw, with defined cheek bones. You know what's even better? He was the captain of the Beacon Hills Lacrosse Team. What. a. babe. I finished with my makeup and hopped down the stairs in my brand new shorts and shirt from brandy and grabbed Scott. "Is he here?" "Yeah.... let's go talk to him Natalie.. Like a normal person would." He pulled my hand towards my living room and pushed me on the couch next to Jackson. I'm a really chill person with any type of boy usually, and luckily Jackson wasn't the type of guy I stuttered around. It's rare that I do, but when I used to like Scott back in 7th grade I acted really awkward around him. "Hey Jackson whats new with you" I casually asked smiling at him. I hated my smile but I couldn't help but smile at him he was way too gorgeous not to. He licked his lips and smirked at me before responding. "Nothing much just came by I feel like I haven't talked to you in a while" He was a flirty type, I mean he's not the person to flirt with all the girls but he looks like he's flirting with you when he's really just being himself. It confused a lot of girls back in middle school so a lot of them don't like him anymore. I don't understand how I passed the opportunity on getting him while I could back in 8th grade. Scott and Stiles both knew he had liked me back then but I had never even looked at him because I was busy with liking Isaac Lahey. Isaac was one of my good friends too, good looking kid with curly hair and fun personality. I secretly hoped whatever Jackson found the slightest bit attractive in me stood out even now, so he could like me again and possibly date before my stay here was over.
