What Even Is A Bad Boy? [Completed]

Chapter 7

Heeeeyyyyy everyone welcome back for chapter 7 of my cringe story.

I lied to myself. I had just written two chapters earlier today. TWO!!! I died at least six and a half times. That missing half was me redeeming myself with that fluff ending in the last chapter after writing such smut. I need to be drowned in holy water. Even my best friend said so lol.

And if you were ever wondering what Jacksons hair looks like, I put up a pic ^^^ thats what I had in my mind, maybe a little shorter, but feel free to style it however you want!

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Winku ;)
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Jacksons POV (yes again. fight me hoes)

*Three Days Later. School starts in two days.*

These last couple of days with Layla have been great. We played in the snow, drank hot chocolate, watched Disney movies, and posted it all on Snapchat. She was actually starting to resemble her favorite princess Bell. I might just start calling her princess. My princess. This morning I woke up and she wasn't in bed with me. I felt her spot and it was cold. She must've been up for awhile now then.

I grab a white shirt that I had hung in her closet. She insisted on me hanging my clothes up and such. I open the door and walk down stairs. She wasn't in the kitchen or in the living room. She must be in the basement. I walked down the steps into the basement.

There was one main section of the basement which had chairs and a mini fridge filled with sports drinks and water. Then there were five other rooms. One was Layla's work out room, a room with with sound proof walls where Layla would sit and compose music and sing songs. I found out that she was a producer under the name 'L'. I went and searched her up on line and she made a lot of good songs. Then the other was a dancing studio with a full glass mirror. She loved to dance.

I go to the dance room where she was dancing to a song by Jay Park. [A/N you can play the song now if you haven't already.] I remember she said that she's helping to make the choreography for him. She met him once and almost died because he was so much hotter in person.

She moved her feet expertly. Her body moving with the rhythm of the song. She was sweating a bit in her hot pink sports bra and black spandex. Her black nikes squeaking on the floor. I look over to the chair in the corner. It had a bottle of water and a towel on it. I was glad she was drinking water. I didn't want to repeat last time. Well, the beginning of last time. I liked the other parts.

She still hasn't noticed me. She goes into the main part, her feat making a satisfying rhythm on the wood floors. I stand there watching her dance. Finally the songs ends and she falls to the ground, breathing hard.

       "YES! IVE FINISHED THE DANCE! HELL YEAH!" She shouts laying down. I laugh silently before walking back up stairs, deciding to leave her alone. I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge. It was almost empty.  I look over at the clock. 9:30 am. The grocery stores don't open until 10 during winter. 

        "Shit. We need to go grocery shopping." I say to myself. I hear Layla's light steps up the stairs and come into the room. She was beaming.

        "Jackson! I finished the dance for Aquman!" She said jumping up and down.

       "Way to go babe." I say giving her a high five. "Hey you're almost out of food. Wanna go to the store around 10:30?"