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3, toilet roll & confessions.

The day I found out I had to go to Ryan Brown's house to finish the stupid project, I felt the world giving up on me. I didn't want to go, not even a single bit, so I tried to think of every excuse I possibly could to prevent it from happening.

I even considered telling him that my cat died of food poisoning, but the problem was, I didn't even have a cat. Even if I did, it would have lived a long happy life with the world's biggest cat lover; my dad. It was quite ironic actually, his favourite animal was the one that he was badly allergic to.

"Pigtail!" I heard a familiar voice say, as I noticed something being thrown at my bedroom window. I looked down, rolling my eyes, only to see Jackson with a handful of toilet roll.

"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted down, as he smirked faintly.

He thought about it, till he finally said, "Is Lily there?"

"No, why do you care?" I replied, opening the window, wider. My bedroom was upstairs, which I thought was quite advantageous as I knew Jackson wouldn't be able to get in. Oh boy, was I wrong.

"I don't, I hate her." He responded, while climbing up the tree that was, unfortunately, right next to the window.

It was my father who planted it, when I was just a little girl. He didn't think that it would grow because he was possibly the world's worst gardener, yet somehow it did, which led to my mum being as grumpy as ever. She was a bad gardener, also.

She shouted for days, I remember, telling him how it would block any light from coming to my window. Her exact words were something along the lines of, "If that stupid tree ever tips over during a storm, I will strangle you with my bare hands."

I guess that's who I got my anger from.

"Jackson, stop." I warned him, scared that my parents would come up.

"Nah, this is fun," He replied, while jumping into the window with a huge crash. I jumped in a fright, somewhat scared that he was hurt.

He stood up though, wiped his trousers and smirked at me.

Jackson Young, was in my fucking bedroom.

It sucked that he lived nearby me. He always, always tried to convince me that we were neighbours, although we lived in separate streets. He teased me since we were little, but then stopped for a few months. It was strange, not having him shout "Pigtail!" every single day, but I wasn't complaining. But then, he started it again.

"So, I saw Ryan eying you up. He was probably thinking about how to get into your pants." He suddenly mentioned, as I rolled my eyes.

I stared at him."Nah, it was probably Lily that he was looking at."

He froze. It seemed like every time her name was mentioned, he would tense; it was like she was a sensitive subject. Why though, I didn't know.

"I'm more than certain that it was you." He replied, but something in his eyes told me that he wanted to drop the subject. Or, carry on.

"Do you like her or something?" I asked.

He thought about it. "If you think that then you must be crazy, because I definitely do not like her."