Jesslyn's POV.
"Oh my god, they're going to beat Sydney's ass! Oh my gosh!" Before I could comprehend what I was doing about to do, I wrap my arms around Jackson's neck tightly, not hearing the front door open and close.
I hug him for a few seconds, jumping up and down, before pulling back, to see Luke staring at us, with shock. Oh dear god, this must look so bad. I quickly smile again, before I lunge for Luke and attack him into a hug.
"Hawthorn won." I sheepishly whisper into his ear, and Luke chuckles, before he wraps his arms around my waist, making my heart go into over drive. I'm going to die from a heart attack...
I grab my phone and send a quick text to Lukeypoo, about how I just watched the game and the fact that Hawthorn won.
"Hey Jesslyn, so does this mean tha-" Jackson gets cut off by my phone ringing. I quickly accept the call, putting it on speaker as I go to the kitchen to get some water.
"I'M SO GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS NEXT WEEK!" Lukeypoo shouts over the phone.
"Oh yeah, maybe in your dreams, idiot! Hawthorne have so got this in the bag!" I say excitedly.
"Ha, you wish Jesslyn. Sydney isn't gonna have any trouble beating your ass! I mean seriosuly Jesslyn, who even goes for Hawthorn?" He says, making me roll me eyes, even though he can't see me.
"Oh shut up. Hawthorn won last year, so of course they're gonna win this year, again! Besides, Niall goes for Hawthorn." I say in a 'duh' voice.
"You and your obsession with Niall Horan. God, I feel sorry for the poor guy. I'll steer him clear of you if he ever comes near you." He says.
"Oh shut up. I am not obsessed. Shut up!" I reply, my eyebrows squinting in annoyance.
"What ever you say. Anyway, I've gotta go. It's bloody 3am here." Lukeypoo says, "Oh. And you tell me right away if there are any guys who look at you, I'll cut off their heads."
Before I can even reply, Lukepoo ends the phone call. I swear that boy has no life, still awake until three in the morning.
"Remind me to never meet your cousin." Jackson says, smirking.
"Remind me to never let you barge into my dorm again." I say, rolling my eyes.
"So, who's this Niall guy?" Luke asks casually, maybe even too casually. Is Luke jealous? What, Jesslyn? Shut up, you wish! I'm going to kill Lukeypoo, that annoying little git.
"Oh, him. Yeah... haha... ha... He's just like the most perfect Irish guy on the planet." I say, winking. Both Luke and Jackson stare at me. Do they not know who I'm talking about? Hmm, I don't know, you tell me Jesslyn, are those two teenage girls? No.
"Oh my god, you guys are hopeless. Niall. Niall Horan, from One Direction." I say, adding, "And I'm not obsessed with him."
"Don't worry, I believe you, you're not obsessed with that guy!" Jackson laughs off. "You're way too obsessed with me!"
"You are so up yourself!" I say rolling my eyes, whist Luke rolls his eyes at him too.
"I'm not up myself, but I will be up you soon." Jackson smirks, shooting a wink my way. Huh? I don't get it?
"What? What do you m- Oh you disgusting pervert." I exclaim, cringing. I look over at Luke, and boy oh boy, does he look mad or what. Wait, is he jealous?
"Get out you asshole." Luke growls, glaring at Jackson.
"Calm down Luke. It was a joke. What the fuck is up?" Jackson asks, squinting his eyebrows in an cute way and- Oh my dear goodness, I. NEVER. SAID. THAT.
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Mr Player, Mr Popular and I
Teen FictionMeet Jesslyn McCarthy. Not a complete good girl, she has her fair share of tales to shares, but nothing too intense. And definitely not a nerd (not with her much attention needed maths grades!). Her plan for the new year was to focus on her swimming...
