Summer Camp

Blondie and the slut

  Jackie's POV

Jackson chewed his gum and connected a couple of wires to fix a car. He blew a bubble and pushed himself out from underneath it. "May I help you?" he asked me, not looking up from his work. "Just seeing if you were done yet and wanted to get something to eat." I say. He looked over at me and smiled. "Oh hey Jackie, yeah I am. Just give me a few minutes and I'll be ready."

      Two girls walked into the garage and Jackson got up to see what they needed. Jealousy came over me when I realized they were flirting. The blonde one flipped her hair over her shoulder and 'accidentally' dropped her keys. In her low cut top and a pair of shortes that were so short they were useless, she bent down to get them, showing it all.

     "Watch out Jackson, I think that Blondie's boobs are going to jump out at you." I said with a smirk on my face. Her face turned a bright red color. She shot me a deadly look. Jackson was blushing too and ran his fingers through his hair. "Sorry, false alarm. They are fake." When I said that I thought I saw her claws come out. "You're just jealous that yours are pathetic, just like the rest of you." That was it. I put my skateboard down beside of me and walked over to her. "Alright Blondie you wanna have a go because you're asking for it."

      Before I could slam the bitch's nose up to her brain Jackson stepped in between us. "That's enough. Sarah I think that you and Bree need to go on home." They turned around and started walking out. "Bye Jackson, see ya later" I ran towards the opening to the building and cupped my hands around my mouth. "Fuck you Blondie" I yell at them as they were getting into their rich looking cars.

       I laughed as I walked into the garage. "What was that Jackie?" I stopped in my tracks. "They were sluts and I put them in their place." Jackson shook his head in disapproval. "I wasn't going to let them just throw themselves all over you." My thoughts are that if they dress like that than they deserve it. "You can't do that though. You were a real bitch." I laughed in disbelief.

       I picked up my skateboard and started walking toward the exit. "I was the bitch? You know what... I think I lost my appetite." I walked out and put my skateboard down. Tears started to come to my eyes and I wiped them away. I refused to cry.

      When I got home no one was there. My dad was at the bar getting drunk and spending all our money. I opened the door to the trailor I live in and went into the kitchen. I got out a Pepsi and sat down at the table. I took a deep breath telling myself that everything was okay, when I knew it wasn't.

Jackson's pov

  I laid on my couch in my empty house. Both of my parents were at work and I never saw them. They didn't need to work all the time, they just want to. The house seemed even more empty today though. Maybe it was because I made the girl I had liked for forever mad at me, or maybe it was just me.