You Promised

Chapter five: Jackson Martinez

"Hey wake up Sweet Pea, Jackson's coming in five so you better get ready for some hard work today at the Barn," my father told me. I eventually reached over to my bedside table and grabbed my huge phone. I suddenly decided to text Katy to ask her what time she was planning on coming for the cookies and tea thing. By the time I was finished with texting Stewart and keeping up with my snapchat streaks, Jackson was already here. I heard the doorbell so I limped all the way downstairs to open the front door. I then saw the man my parents were paying to be with me every day- I mean work with me every day, and I was fine with that alright. This is only the second day i've been with Jackson but his tee shirts are getting cuter and cuter already. Today he's wearing a light hoodie with some tan khaki shorts. "Hey O'Brian." He gave me a big smile while looking right in my eyes.

"So you're calling me O'Brain now?" I'd lie to you if I told you there wasn't a slight connection between us.

"Yep. It's O'Brian now." I laughed with him until I realized i'm still in my pajamas.

"Oh crap, I gotta go change Jackson. I'll be at the barn in a few minutes." I slowly ran up to my tiny room because of my crutches and then picked out an outfit. I just noticed that some of my cleavage was hanging out while talking with Jackson the whole time; since I wasn't wearing a freaking bra. I grabbed another pink baseball tee and some gray Sophie shorts. I then fed Goofball and used my crutches to get to the stables.

As soon as I shut my back door to my home, I painfully heard Katy's voice saying, "Hey Hannah? Hannah? Where are you Hannah?"

"I'm right here Stew." I paused and remembered to be kind to her for my mother's sake. "Stewart." I obnoxiously grinned at her face. Katy has a slimmed down nose and she placed some blush going all the way up to her slightly big forehead. Her eyebrows need some work, unlike mine; which I get threaded once a month. Hr face is pale and she has two pimples on her cheek. Her chin is chubby and she looks and acts way older than she actually is; because she has three earnings on each ear and has black tips on her nail beds. My nails aren't even gel and they're colored baby pink.

"Katy, I really need to go and work right now. Go have some coffee and crackers with my mom or whatever. I have a young, hot boy to get to. So if you excuse me, i've got to go." I slam the door shut and limp all the way up the hill to my red Barn full of adorable animals.

"Hey Jackson, would you help me feed the horses and pigs and chickens?" I ask.

"Oh my!" He answers. I giggle as I put my adidas hat on my small head to block the sun from my eyes. As I was bending over to reach the hay for the horses, I can see in the corner of my eye, Jackson staring at my big ass. I don't say anything because I like to try to avoid awkward situations.

"So Hannah," he began to talk to me, "have you ever had a boyfriend before?" What an odd question to ask a girl you just met yesterday. 

"Have you?" We laughed until it hurt our stomachs. 

"I'm straight O'Brian."
"I know. I'm just teasin."
"But you never answered my question Hannah."
"No, I haven't. But, i've been in love before."
"So let me get this straight-" said Jackson.
"You already told me you're straight Hun."
Jackson replied, "You have a very good sense of humor.
"Thank You, thank you." I answered.
He continued, "What I was trying to say was how you've been in love but never had a boyfriend?"
"That's right babe." Oh no. I literally just called him my babe.
"What the hell was I thinking. Well I wasn't really thinking. I'm so sorry. That was weird. I'll shut up now."
"I get it Hannah. You said that because we were just having a conversation about boyfriends. It was a mistake."
"Totally. A mistake." I awkwardly sat down onto the hay waiting for him so reply. His shirt was so tight I could see his six pack sticking out.

"I've got to collect the chickens' eggs." He slowly walked out of the stable and into the other section of the barn.

'I'm such an idiot,' I thought to myself.