We were walking up to school. "I can't believe he actually did something like that to you," Allison said. "I always knew he was a jerk, but not a rapist."
"Please stop bringing it up," I shivered just thinking about it.
"Right sorry," she said and was pretty quiet for the rest of the walk. I didn't want to act like it effected me because I didn't want Shawn and Ariana to know. There were something's that people just shouldn't know.
Once we got to school, we met up with Viv and Bailey. I was surprised when Jackson wasn't with them. Usually when he doesn't spend the night at my house he meets us here.
"Where's Jackson?" I asked them.
Viv shrugged. "I thought he was with you."
I let out a sigh and shrugged as well.
We all walked into the building to go to our classes. People were just swarming everywhere. This school was crazy crowed and over populated.
"Will you walk over to my sisters locker with me? I need to borrow her charger," Allison asked and I nodded.
The upper class men's hallway's were further into the school.
"Alicia!" Allison's shouted as we walked over to her sisters locker. "I need you're charger."
"Here. Now get out, I can't be seen with underclass men," Alicia shoved Allison a little. "Wait a minute, you're Austin right? The boy that landed Jackson?"
"Yeah I guess."
Alicia stopped shoving Allison and talked to me. "People talk about you a lot. Your name is becoming quite a common one."
I shrugged again. "Speaking of Jackson, have you seen him?"
"I think I saw him with Owen Joyner," she smiled. "I've got to get going. See ya guys," she waved and left.
Allison and I started heading back towards our hallways.
Owen's name sounded really familiar to me as I thought about it.
"Who's Owen? I swear that I've heard someone say stuff about him?"
"Owen Joyner is our druggy. Constantly making deals with the kids," she answered. "Every school has one."
"You don't think Jackson would do drugs do you?"
She made a noise as if she didn't know that answer. "Would it be a deal breaker for you?"
"I mean I'd prefer if he didn't, but I could live with it as long as they aren't controlling him."
"I wouldn't put too much thought into it," she smiled. She wrapped her arm around my shoulder. "Let's just get to class."
•••
We were in the middle of English. By far, my favorite class. Our teacher, Mrs. Hapher, was an older teacher and more strict. While we were writing and doing book work, she liked her classroom to be dead silent. In today's class, you could hear a pin drop.
The door opened and Jackson walked in. He handed Mrs. Hapher a green note that probably said where he was and sat down. Allison glanced up at me and saw that I was clearly mad.
I looked over at Jackson and mouthed to him 'what the hell?' but it definitely didn't help that he sat on the other side of the room.
He gave me a confused look so I put my phone under the desk to text him.
I sent him the same that I had mouthed.
'Im so sorry baby. I got caught up with some stuff. I will make it up to you.'
