TELL YOUR MOTHERS, HAPPY MOTHERS DAY 💖
Kat |9:04 pm
Stacey was skipping school to fuck some guys, Camila was skipping with Lauren and I was here alone. I didnt know where Jackson was so I just talked to some of my acquaintances.
I was currently in third with three minutes until lunch. I was talking to Breanna, a girl on the cheer team.
Breanna: Ooh, what about blue? Like an ocean blue.
We were talking about prom dress colors. Prom was only three months away and already the talk of the school.
Me: It would totally go with your eyes.
The bell rang and we got up and began out walk to the cafeteria.
Breanna: Omg, like I totally thought the same.
I smiled and spotted Jackson leaning against a locker.
Me: I'll see you later, okay?
Breanna: Okay.
We spilt up and I walked towards Jackson.
Jackson and I arent dating but we've been talking on a friends level with a little flirting thrown it.
Ever since my backlashes incident, he's stuck by my side. I didn't expect him to do that but he did it and that really changed my view on him so I guess you can day we became friends.
I ran up and jumped on his back, making him chuckle.
Jackson: Your so extra.
Me: Your the one to talk.
We got looks as we spoke to each other but I could care less about what people think.
I jumped down and stood infront of him with my arms crossed and an eyebrow raised, making him chuckle.
Jackson: What?
Me: Where were you? I was so damn lonely. How dare you leave your bestfriend.
He grinned.
Jackson: I overslept.
Me: Omg like, how dare you oversleep when you like knew I was here. You are like so mean.
I flipped my straightened hair to add to the "stuck up" act. He laughed.
Jackson: Eh, I thought about you but then I thought about more sleep. You could wait.
I playfully gasped while punching his arm. He laughed as I pouted.
Jackson: Im sorry.
Me: Nope. Not good enough.
He pulled me into a hug and his hands slid down to my ass, he squeezed it.
Me: Almost.
He chuckled and I yelped as I was so easily picked up. I began laughing as he walked towards the cafeteria.
Me: Put me down!
Jackson: Nah, you good.
He opened the door as I struggled and laughed in his grip. It went silent when made me know people were looking at us.
Note to self; ask jackson why it always gets silent when he and/or lauren walks in.
Me: Put me down now?
Jackson: In a minute.
I was plopped down in a seat. I shot him a glare before looking around. We were at the "deliquent" table.
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