Jamie's POV
I awake and my eyes blink twice before I realize I'm not at home.
I'm in someone else's house, I have to admit it's a nice house though.
I'm in a bed room with white bedding and a large window covered with dark red curtains.
I go to stand up when I also realize I'm no longer in my dress. I'm in a big hoodie and my under wear. Who changed me. Whatever, who ever it is better have some pancakes made.
Sorry I'm a literal food whore like I just can't help myself.
Someone knocks on the door and walks in. Oop. It's Jacky. And he's shirtless, talk about eye candy.
"so you changed me?" I look at him raising an eyebrow. "yup" he says popping the 'p' with a sly smirk. "you realize I had no bra on" I blurt out. "it was glorious."
"get out so I can change." i demand feeling powerful even though he's like so hot and have you seen him without a shirt ok. It's what he would call 'glorious'.
Once I'm all changed back into my dress I slide his hoodie back on and wander down stairs.
"could you give me a ride home" I ask with a smile "pretty please" hoping he will say yes because I have no idea where I am.
He looks at me and smirks. "once you give me my hoodie back."
"guess I'm walking" I walk out like nothing happened. I know he's behind me. That's the power of reverse physiology. I think. I really don't know.
I feel good today. I actually don't have a hangover. "fine, fine I'm coming" he mumbles and unlocks his car for me to get In.
"thankyouuu" I plead.
Once we arrive I hesitate to hug him but quickly do and escort myself back into my house.
I like him. I've never actually liked a guy before except in grade 4 and he turned me down, his name was Jimmy.
But anyways I don't have a crush on Jackson. Yet. I want to get to know him first. I don't care if I sound cliché but this year I'm going to make him mine.
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Making Him Mine
Teen Fiction17 year old Jamie Larson is a average girl. She was never interested in boys. Although it takes a turn when a boy stands out and catches her eye.
