Brat

Chapter 12

Finally my shift was over, and I was more than ready to go home and relax. Just when I got to my car and started my engine, Jackson hooked on my passenger window. I unlocked the door, and he climbed in.
"Wanna give me a ride home?" he asks nicely.
"What's the problem? Rich boy doesn't know the bus route home?"
"Of course I do sweetness, but why take a smelly old bus home when I could ride home with you and your sweet smelling hair?" I laughed.
"And just what does my hair smell like?"
"Like cinnamon and chocolate pudding."
"Aww. Thanks puddin."
He reached and turns on the radio. Now I know that you're expecting some incredibly cliché song that's all freaky and stuff. That's not anywhere near what came on. It was the song Stranger in Moscow by Michael Jackson. As I was driving, and he was giving me directions I felt his hand on my thigh. He didn't try anything. Which slightly made me worried. Did I do something wrong?
°Of course you did. You were being such a bitch to him. Probably was just kidding about making you his little°
A tear came down my cheek, and my vision began to blur. Luckily we were at his house by this point, so he didn't have to be bothered with hearing me cry as well.
"Bye see ya- " he stopped talking immediately and looked at me.
"Well, you're home. Get out." I say in a shaky voice.
"Nope. Babe, you're stuck with me until you tell me why you're crying." I took the keys out of the ignition, put them into my purse, and pouted. I looked up at him, and his face showed nothing remotely angry. He looked concerned, scared even. Scared that he couldn't fix whatever was making me cry.
"Do you hate me Jackson? Was I being too mean to you? If I was, I promise I didn't mean to. I won't be mean anymore Jackson. I'll be a good girl I promise."
"Oh no. Sweetness you've done nothing wrong. You haven't been too mean to me. You were just being yourself. I love the fact that you aren't easy. That's how I know that you aren't just after my money. Maybe you're a little bratty, but why would you think that I hate you?"
"Because you didn't try anything on the way here."
"Baby no. No way. That's not what you're for. You are worth so much more. I can show you that I like you in more ways than just that." He grabbed my face, and kissed my forehead. He picked me up and carried me inside.

Jackson's POV

I carried my baby, and her things into my house. She clung onto me for dear life. I'm kind of glad she did because otherwise I wouldn't have been able to open the door. I carried her in, and laid her on the living room couch. I went into my hall closet, and got a fleece black blanket. I covered her with it, and then propped her head up with a pillow. Charli was asleep by now, and she looked so damn cute.

~Charli's P.O.V Hours Later~

Mmm this blanket is so fluffy. And it smells like old spice. That's my favorite cologne smell. I'm glad there's not so much that I choke on it and die.
With the thought of death on my mind I decided that it was time for me to get up. I yawned, and probably looked like a lion while doing so.
   I shook my head around a little to wake myself up. I looked around slowly and realized that this wasn't my house. It took my mind a little while to catch up, but eventually it did. I shot up and walked into the kitchen.
    Who's fucking kitchen is this? Who's fucking house is this? Why was my first thought to go into the kitchen? I'm so fat...

   “Hello. Who's house is this? Did you kidnap me, or did I fall asleep here? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?”  I heard footsteps approaching, and I grabbed the nearest thing that could be used as a weapon. Then I saw Jackson's face, so I relaxed a little bit. But only a little.
    “Woah there. I come in peace. Not like you could've done much damage to me anyway.” he says taking a couch pillow from my hands.
   
    “How would you know? I could've knocked a tooth out.” He moved his left eyebrow up a little and smirked as though he were challenging me to try it.

(it's a smirk like this, but just picture a really really chocolate colored guy doing it.)

I took another pillow off the couch and threw it at his head. He turned around and looked at me surprised. I ran back into his bedroom, and shut the door hoping he didn't know where I was.

     “Oh Charli bear. Where are you? Come out come out wherever you are.”
I heard Jackson's heavy footsteps coming down the hall approaching the room door. I hear silence, and then I hear the bathroom door shut.