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Monday April 17
4:52pm
SCHOOL

"If we were to end up together do you think Zach would mind?" Jackson asked me.

"I don't think he would mind," I told him honestly. "But if he does then Zach can go fuck himself with a cactus. Cameron can fuck himself with a cactus, too. They can all go fuck themselves with a cactus."

"Calm down," he chuckled, "no need to go all Oprah on me."

"Sorry. I got a bit too excited," I grinned at him.

"No worries," he smiled back then sighed. "So what do we do now?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean things are still really awkward—"

"No they're not," I told him, "stop saying that."

"I just don't know where we go from here," he admitted.

"Well," I said, "it starts with the small things, which will eventually lead to something big."

"What small things?" Jackson asked.

"These small things," I smiled and cupped his cheeks in my hands. I reached up on my tip-toes to kiss his lips.

I smiled into our kiss as he kissed me back, much stronger than I expected.

"Whoa," he breathed against my lips, "that wasn't small, that was huge."

"Well at least we're getting somewhere," I smiled up at him.

"But that was not small, and now I'll want to kiss you all the time," he eyed my lips hungrily.

"I never said you couldn't," I said with a smug smile.

"So I can?" He raised his brows.

"I never said that either," I poked his nose and he rolled his eyes.

"You're so frustrating, woman," he teased and kissed my cheek.

I smiled. "I try."

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