What Even Is A Bad Boy? [Completed]

Chapter 13

Heeeeeyyy wassup everyone! Welcome back for chapter 13  of my awful story! 

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Layla's POV

     "Baaabbeee. I like this one though!" Jackson pouts and pokes my cheeks. Instead of going out to shop, we decided to stay home and look online for now. I was sitting between his legs on the couch, him leaning against the arm rest, looking over my shoulder. We've been sitting here for about an hour now and we cant seem to chose the same one. I had changed into black cotton shorts and a light pink shirt.

    "I said no! I don't like it. Its a weird color." I say.

    "Im going to be the one wearing it." He complains.

    "And Im going to be the one looking at it." I retort, scrolling on my laptop.

    "Dammit that was a good comeback."  He mutters.

     "Suck it fool." I say triumphantly. He leans his head down sucks lightly on my neck. "THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT!" I squealed reaching back hitting the top of his head. He pulls back and laughs.

    "I didn't leave a mark babe. Don't worry." He says wrapping his arms around my waist.

   "Asshole." I mutter low enough he doesn't hear.

Jacksons POV

    We continue to sit and scroll, arguing over suites, when there was a knock on her door. She looks back at me and I shrugged in response. She puts the laptop down and walks over to the door. She opens it and her mother barges in.

    "Mom!" She says in english. Her mom came in holding a big black leather book. She walked over to the chair across from the couch and plopped the book and the coffee table. "Mom careful with the table!" Layla complained walking over and sitting by me on the couch.

I reached out instinctively to hold her hand but froze. I slowly took my hand back and placed it in my lap.

"Oh its fine Jackson dear. I don't mind." She says before picking up the book again. I took Layla's hand and she gave mine a squeeze. "But the whole reason Im here is this." She says patting the book. I saw a confused look on Layla's face.

"You don't remember this Layla?" She asks holding up the cover. The entire cover was black, but there was a single, large white rose on the cover. I herd Layla gasp. I was so confused.

"God mom you have that?" She says looking at it. "It was my old design book I left here when I 15. I used it when I was training with mom." She explains. I nod my head.

"Thats right baby. I found this at the office just earlier and I went through it. I found this." Layla's mom said flipping to a marked page and handing the book to Layla. She let go of my hand and took the book.

"Oh my god! I made this?" She says looking at the drawing.

"Yup. You're signature mark is the on bottom of the dress." We look down and on the tail, we saw a cursive L that trailed into a T. "But I was thinking, that with a few alterations, you could use this dress for the party."