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5, you're drunk.

The feelings of safety that I have felt with Jackson have magically vanished when he decided to show up to my house in the middle of the night; completely and utterly drunk.

The surprising thing, though, was that he seemed upset. So me being me, I questioned him.

"Are you alright?" I asked the intoxicated boy next to me, who was rocking back and forth like a child.

"No. She found somebody new, somebody new!" He complained, throwing his hands in the air in exaggeration. When he did that, he looked even more like a little kid, so I attempted to suppress the giggle that was nearly escaping my throat.

As the words left his mouth, I managed to read his face like an open book. He was hurt, vulnerable, and at that moment I realised that we weren't so different after all.

We were both recovering from something, but in our own little ways.

I stared at him. Jackson Young- the player, was sad over a girl. She must have been worth it.

"Well she's an idiot for letting you go," I replied, in attempt to make him feel better. I didn't mean it romantically because I certainly didn't like him in that way, but he thought otherwise.

"Are you flirting with me, Miss Green?" He smirked, as he wobbled and struggled to sit still. To be honest, I had never seen him so drunk.

"You're drunk, believe what you want to believe," I replied, as I looked at the clock which read: 03:10am.

To make things worse, we had school the next day.

"Well I believe that you find me attractive," Jackson smirked, as I rolled my eyes.

I glared at him, "I would say that, but that would only make your ego bigger than it already is."

"So you do find me attractive?" He gasped, putting his hand over his heart in a dramatic manner.

"But I didn't even say it, well it's not what I meant anyway." I stated, my cheeks turning into a bright shade of pink.

"You didn't have to, it was written all over your face," The boy continued, his smirk making it obvious that he was earning satisfaction from my utter embarrassment.

I stared at him, "Well you read my face wrong, I'm not remotely attracted to you," I replied somewhat confidently, even though I knew I was filling my own head with lies.

"You like meee," He smirked while rubbing my head, making me feel even more stupid. I glared at him, then looked at the clock, and then back up at him again. Whatever he was feeling, I knew it wasn't lust. He was intoxicated and sad over a girl who broke his heart.

I thought about it, before finally saying, "You're drunk."

I certainly didn't like him. He has messed with me so many times, so many embarrassing times that he didn't deserve to be liked; not by me, anyway.

But even though we didn't exactly get along, we have still known each other practically all of our lives. He moved into the neighbourhood when he was seven, which is when all the pranks and messing around started.

As I thought about it I realised, maybe he just had a mask, or a protective bubble perhaps, that guarded everyone from seeing his real emotions; his real self. Maybe he slept with so many girls to fit in with the boys, to be respected by them. Maybe he was just a guy who was too scared to be loved.

Maybe, he wasn't that bad after all.

As I continued thinking, I noticed that the boy himself had already fallen asleep on the couch we sat on, downstairs. We were both in my living room, which meant that when my parents woke up- they would be immediately greeted by him and I, sleeping.

I couldn't be bothered to go back up to my bedroom as I was already falling asleep, and at that point it had occurred to me: everyone would get a lovely surprise the next day.

Especially Jackson, when he sobers up.

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"Pigtail." I heard a voice say. "Pigtail!" A familiar voice hissed, as my eyes snapped open.

I glanced at the clock and realised it was 10am, which meant we already missed first period. Panic overrode me, as I sat up quickly and rushed around like a maniac.

"Sorry to interrupt your moment but could I just quickly ask, what am I doing here?" Jackson asked me, and then quickly added, "Did we, eh, do it?"

My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "God no, you came here wasted telling me that some girl found somebody new."

He stared at me. "Oh, yeah, that.." but then added, "I do apologise, pigtail."

I half smiled. "It's alright, Young."

-

When Jackson and I walked into school together, everyone's eyes were laid on us. The girls eyed me up, whispering shitty things among themselves but the boys just nodded, approvingly.

It was strange.

My parents didn't see us after all because they didn't get up till after we left. Jackson had to stop by his house but other than that, the morning went surprisingly okay.

Lily seemed distant, though. She hardly talked to me the whole day, up until she tapped my shoulder in English.

She looked at me, then said, "I might have hooked up with someone last night."

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hi, so who do you think jackson was talking about?? I am planning on making it obvious to you readers, but Ava on the other hand will have no idea.. you get me fam?

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