What Even Is A Bad Boy? [Completed]

Chapter 4

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DON'T PLAY THE SONG UNTIL I SAY!!
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Layla's POV

        I woke up the next morning. I looked down to see Jacksons sleeping face. I gently brush strands of his hair out of his eyes. We fell asleep around 10 pm after talking for hours, the storm never lighting up. I looked out the window and saw snow pilling up. There had to be at least 7 inches of snow. Jackson shifts underneath me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I looked over at the clock and it read 11.

        "Jackson," I shake his shoulder gently. "Jackson wake up." I whisper in his ear. His eyes open slowly and look at me.

        "Mmmm 10 more minutes babe." He says in his morning voice. I sit up and slap his chest gently.

       "Don't call me that. And c'mon. I wanna play in the snow." I say pulling out of his grip and standing up. He reaches out meekly  for me but I pull away. "Up and at' em, babe." I say using the name he just called me. He sits up slowly before standing and stretching. I noticed that he had taken off his jacket last night. His shirt hiked up and I saw he had a v-line. My face heat up.

       'Why hadn't you noticed this earlier?!' I mentally scolded myself.

        "Good morning. You know, you were a little heater last night. I would've been fine without the fire." He says rubbing his eyes. I roll my eyes and walk over to the light switch. I flicked it on, but nothing happened.

         "Damn. Power is still out." I mutter to myself. Jackson came over and wrapped his arms around my waist again. "You need to stop doing this. People will start to think you have feelings for me." I say leaning into him.

       "Mmm let them talk. They'd all be jealous anyway. Especially Travon." He says his chin on my head. I flinch at the mention of his name. I felt the tears rising up. "Fuck! Im sorry Tulay..." Jackson says tightening his grip around my waist. A tear trickled down my face and dropped onto Jacksons hand. He spun me around and pulled me into his chest. "Don't cry baby. I'd  spare you of tears for the rest of your life if I could." He whispers into my head. I only held onto him tightly as silent tears fell down my face.

         "I had been in love with him for so so long... He's had girlfriends, but he had never kissed me before... and I thought... I though he had finally returned my feelings. How could he do this to me? Especially with... with that whore!" I sob into Jacksons chest. He didn't say anything, he just stood there  and held me as I cried.

        He pulled out of the embrace and gently lifted my eyes to his. He wiped the tears with his thumb as he caressed my check.

        "How about we get changed and go play in the snow okay?" He says his grey eyes, while usually piercing, stared softly into my brown ones. He gently kissed my forehead before ushering me up stairs.

I walk the steps, the candles blown out. I guess Jackson did that last night when I fell asleep. I walk into my room and close my door behind me. I open the curtains on each wall, soft white light streams in. The snow fell gently and the sun couldn't be seen. The roads were cleared of snow and in the distanceI saw cars. I was about to change when Jackson runs into my room.

"Tulay forget the snow!," He says breathless. "I herd that the mall down on 37th street is open and has power and heating on! Lets go there!" I laugh at how energetic he is.