I get pushed into the swimming pool and 'SPLASH'. I can't swim so basically I am jumping up and down, grasping for air. If I die I hope everyone knows this- Two hands go around my waist and next thing I know I am just laying on the ground while I hear people arguing. What happened? Why am I wet? I get up and Jackson comes running to me. What? He doesn't even know me...until now at least. Jennifer is still screaming at...*looks over*...Christine.
"What...happen?" I ask feeling exhausted. "Christine happened," Jackson answered. Why is the school player here? Isn't he supposed to be banging someone? God why does he have to live in my neighborhood and visit. He is so freakin annoying. "Why am I wet?" "The same reason I'm wet." "And what's that?" "She pushed you." "Freak her"
"Babe?" Christine's voice comes. He stands up, "I am not your boyfriend anymore." "But-"Christine gets cut off by Jackson. "No 'buts'." She sighs and stomps away. I hear her slam the gate.
Jennifer laughs at her. I...NO! Did I? That is when she smirked at me...I did! He tries to pull me up by my wrist but then I wince...crap! He slowly puts me back down and looks at me weirdly. I pull my wrist back before he could even look at my wrist again. "I can get up myself," I insist. When I do try I just fall back down though. "No you can't," he confirms and puts his hand out. I take it and use my other hand to push me up and one second later I am in the arms of Jackson walking towards the direction Jen is pointing at and we go up the stairs and he puts me down slowly. I can barely stand and there I fall back into his arms.
"You should take a shower. I'll get your clothes for you," Jen says. "Okay," I answer trying to stand on my own and I bang my head in the wall. 'OWWWWWW' and I take the clothes from Jen and go into the bathroom. I lock the door. Thank god that person is away from me. I turn on the shower take off my clothes and walk in.
I dry myself off while feeling light headed. My outfit: White tank top. Red sweater. Black jeggings and white low Converses.
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I walk out of the bathroom and my eyes widen when I see his shirt off. Oh god...and Jennifer ruins the moment.
"Hey, Abby. Can you get some of your dad's clothes for him?" Jen asks. "Sure." I walk to the closet where we put all our parents stuff. I pull out one of dad's t-shirt and jeans. I miss him. I then look for boxers. I hold it up with a disgusted face. Why am I like this now? When we put this all away it didn't bother me touching it. I put it between the shirt and pants and walked back.
"Alright, here is your clothes," I say and hand it to him. When he enters the restroom Jen smirks at me...again. I walk away to my room but she follows. She closes the door behind me. "I know you like him," she says. "Do not!" I respond. "Oh really?" "Mhm" "Then he likes you?" Heat creeps up my neck and my face feels pink. "See! You blusher!" She exclaims.
A few moments later I hear the door open. I walk to. The restroom and his wet clothes is hanging in the restroom. I just stand there starring at him as he wears my dad's clothes and runs his fingers through his hair. I snap back to life, NO FALLING FOR HIM.
"What?" He asks as a tear falls on my cheek. "My...dad." I respond weakly. "I'm sorry." "It's not your fault." "Woah," Jen joins. "What?"he asks. "You look like her dad..." She trails off. "So I've heard," he responds.
He put his arms around me and I feel heat go all over me. What is this feeling? I stop crying at that point. He was so warm, and I like it. When he pulls away I frown. I want to hug him again.
"Aren't you hot? It's like the middle of summer," he asks. I nod my head in response. "Give me your hand." "Why?" I ask. "Just give me it." I put out my hand and in a split second he quickly shoves my sleeve up. I hear him gasp at all the bruises and cuts. "Who did this?" He asks. "The girl that called you 'babe'," I answer quoting babe. He has angry eyes and pulls down my sleeve then takes my other hand and pulls the sleeve up too revealing the same thing as my right.
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"Come here!" he exclaims putting my ice cream down on the table. I walk over to him and sit beside him. He puts an arm over my shoulder and I feel the heat again. The comfortable one that makes me want to stick to him forever.
I eat my ice cream in his arms. Maybe I did break them up...maybe he does like me...but why me? I am the unpopular girl who would get messed around with. I am the girl who would drop her books because someone bumps into her on "accident" they like the call it. I am the girl who would get food all over herself by the end of the school day. Maybe he is someone I can trust. But I have to figure it out first, I mean he is a player.
Jennifer was sitting right across from us smiling. Maybe she could...I don't want to risk getting her in trouble. I'll just have to ask him myself. But, well, how? I continued eating cotton candy ice cream...this is relaxing. I stretch a little putting my arms in the air and now I feel a little light headed. I look at the ice cream. It was so colorful...unlike my world. But I think it will change. I finish my ice cream and then-
