Jackson stared at his phone, his grip tightening visibly. He felt the feeling of rising jealousy in the pit of his stomach and he let out an angry scream.
Then he threw his phone across the room; resulting in the small device hitting the concrete wall.
He fell to his knees and buried his head in his hands as he realized that she was trying to make him jealous - and to his dismay, it was working. But she didn't need to know that.
Jackson slowly lifted his head, his inky curls falling over his left eye as his lips curved into a smirk. He walked over to where his phone lay and picked it up.
Then he dialed April's number.
If Violet wanted to play that game, then so be it;
Two could play that game.
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infatuated
Teen Fiction"why can't you go away?" "because, unfortunately, i'm infatuated with your dumb ass." [written in letters, texts, emails, and letters. and jackson and violet's pov]
