Loving You is Not A Possibility

Chapter 4: Walmart......

See authors note at the end! (after, or before you read does not matter.)

Hesitantly, I got up and walked to the front door. It could only be one person. As the door opened, my suspicion was confirmed. Jackson stood in the door way wearing dark was jeans and a tight white T-shirt. A black and red duffel bag was slung over his shoulder, and his bright blue eyes sparkled slightly. His blond hair was messy and ruffled, like he hadn't bothered to comb it.

Okay, I'll admit it. He's hot. But I still hate him!

“Hey.” He said, stalking into my house. Rude!

“Hi.” I grunted, staring at him. He smirked at me, his eyes trailing over my body. He did not just check me out! I thought, but then again, he is a guy..that's what they do. Pigs.

“Where can I put my bag?”

“Uh, down the hall first door on the left.” I said, pointing to the hallway. He nodded and turned around, heading to his room. I took the opportunity to sprint up the stairs. I arrived at my room panting and out of breath. Quickly, I slammed the door shut and ran to my bed, scooping my iPhone off the quilt. I knew who I was going to text.

Emily: Kase, SOS! Jackson is spending the week at my house! I leaned back on the pillows, taking a deep breath. Why was I so freaked out about this? Oh yeah, because I hate Jackson. I jumped as my phone vibrated in my hands,hitting my head on the head board.

Kasey: Really? Haha, that's awesome! Sorry, I know you hate him...anyway I got assigned to Garrote, so I won't be coming back to your house after my date. I'll talk to you later, have fun! And don't forget to use a condom! ;)

Emily: NOT FUNNY!

I threw my phone across the room, angry she would even suggest such a thing! Suddenly, my stomach growled, reminding me how late it was. I grabbed my phone and slid down the banister, landing at the bottom.

“Jackson!” I yelled.

“What?”

“I'm going to go get something to eat, bye.” I was just about to make it out the door when something grabbed me around the waist. Jackson spun me around so that he was blocking the door way and I was inside. “What?” I asked. Damn he moves fast.

“You have to take me with you.” My eyes widened, there was no way.

“Um, no.”

“Yes you do. We are a “married couple” so you have to take me.”

“Not all married couples do things together, mine sure don't” I said, and walked forward, attempting to move him from the door way. No success. Why was he so strong? He chuckled,

“Mine either but I'm hungry and I don't want to have to search your entire house just to find food. It's a little big for that. You have two choices, you can either take me with you or I can follow you in my car.”

“Fine.” I muttered, trying not to punch him. He grinned, flashing me his pearly white teeth, and walked out the door way. “But your following me.”

“No way, I'm not wasting gas.” He was already sitting in my car, seat belt buckled, still grinning at me. I stalked around to the drivers seat, cursing under my breath. I swung myself into the seat, placing the key in the ignition. “Are we leaving?”

“Are you going to make this hell for me?” I raised my eyebrow at him, “Because we can make this easy on each other, or we can make it hard. Take your pick.” I suddenly relized how close I was to him. His face was mere inches from mine, I could feel his heavy breathing on my neck.