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13, big time bully.

The next morning I woke up snuggled up in Jackson's arms. How that happened I didn't know, but it was comfortable so I wasn't really complaining.

Scratch that, I kinda was complaining. I was confused beyond hell, and I was utterly surprised to wake up in such a state with Jackson.

Panicking, I quickly untangled myself from his hold and bolted into the closest bathroom I could find. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I nearly screamed. Right on my forehead, in big bold writing the sentence 'I love Jackson' stood out like the mole on my math teacher's arm. I attempted to wipe it off but it didn't even smudge and at that point, I was absolutely furious.

I held in the shriek that was nearly escaping my throat and rushed back into the monster's room.

"Jackson! Wake up!" I half shouted in his ear as his eyes shot open in shock.

"What the fuck," He complained but it was obvious that he was holding back the laughter.

"Why did you not wake me up so I could go home? And why the HELL do I have this monstrosity on my forehead??" I said, trying hard not to strange him right at that minute.

"Well you were peacefully asleep so I took it as an opportunity to give you something to remember me by," He smirked.

I stared at him. "Remember you by? You're not leaving! Also, there is no way I'm going to school like this."

"Well you don't know that," He said simply. "Yeah, have fun getting bullied."

"You're horrible," I spat at him while looking for my phone, which was nowhere to be found.

The minute I spotted it though, my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. There it was, in the front pocket of his jeans.

Once again, all the feelings that I felt for him the night before just magically vanished. It was hard to have feelings for such a difficult person like him, as his mood swings were so staggering, so frustrating. Sometimes I didn't even know what to expect from him, I didn't know whether he was going to lash out at something I said or feel pity, sorrow.

I could see it in his eyes, though. I knew it in my heart that he was hiding his true self behind an arrogant and annoying mask, just so he didn't have to open up to anyone.

I knew he was better than that.

When we shared the moment the night before, his eyes screamed something I couldn't quite describe. The way his eyes scanned mine shown the human side of him, not the jerk one. At that moment he shown weakness, trust and something I knew he would never show again.

Lust.

"Oh you're looking for this?" Jackson smirked, fiddling with my phone in his hands.

"Give it back!" I screeched, trying hard to snatch it back.

"Nah," He replied while putting it back into his pocket. "You'll just have to get it yourself,"

"Okay, sure." I said simply and moved a step closer to him. He looked confused, very confused and I took it as the perfect opportunity to get my device back.

I didn't know where the sudden confidence outburst came from. I was usually the one that held myself back from awkward situations but when I was with him, I was a different person. I didn't care about the strange words that blurted out of my mouth, or how he reacted. I was just, an entirety different version of myself.

What I did next was something I wouldn't have normally done. I extended my arm and practically dug into the front pocket of his jeans, taking out my phone. I did it carefully though, I didn't want to touch something that was quite sacred to him.

The look on his face was priceless. I could see crimson appearing on his cheeks as he just stood there awkwardly, gulping.

"I'm gonna go pee, I'll be right back." He announced while rushing out of his own bedroom.

I had a feeling I might have touched it.

-

Arriving at school with stupid writing on my forehead wasn't just embarrassing, it was dreadful. People pointed and judged, it was the hot topic of the day.

Some people even took pictures.

It wasn't as obvious as it was in the morning, but the faint lines were still clear to the human eye. Putting foundation on it was horrendous; I looked like a clown with really tacky face paint.

I scolded Jackson for what felt like ages for doing for messing with me like that, but after a while I just gave up. He was earning satisfaction from my embarrassment, so I tried my best to not let it get to me.

I was better than that.

Also, there was another reason to why I couldn't stay mad at him for long. There was something about him, something I couldn't quite describe which made me all weird and shaky inside.

I didn't want to admit it, though. There was no way in hell I was going to find the answer to why I was feeling that way because it was- literally- right under my nose. I knew what the answer was, I just didn't want to admit it.

Not to myself, not to anyone.

"Are you just going to stare at me like a weirdo, or say something?" I heard Jackson say, as I looked away in embarrassment.

"I wasn't staring at you, I was thinking. Jeez, you've got to let girls think!" I giggled awkwardly and to be fair, it was one of the worst things I have ever said in my life.

"Right, okay.. Well have fun getting bullied, I'm going to go hang out with my actual friends," He replied, as I felt a pang of hurt in my chest. I tried to shake it off though, but I couldn't.

I was acting ridiculous, we weren't even friends, but I sure was hoping that we were making progress.

"Yeah okay, sure. I'm gonna go find Li--, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom." I blurted out and squeezed past him, walking away as fast as I could.

Why? I didn't want him to see my reaction.

Why again? I didn't want him to find out the truth.

When I approached the girls bathroom, I let my own feelings consume me. At that point I didn't try to hide them and at that I point I realised; I was falling for Jackson, hard.

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soooo, did you like that??
they're kinda making progress, I guess.

oh and, how do you think Ryan is doing?

I'm sorry if I become inconsistent with my updates because school is a fuckin nightmare, so do bear with me.

Thank you for staying on this weird, bumpy ride,

Love, Anna x