Living with my brothers

Part two of the tampon catastroph

Rose's pov:
I was sitting in the bathroom when someone knocked on the door.
"Hey, um, I got your stuff, Ro." Jackson said cautiously.
"Awesome," I groan out.
"Um, can you open the door?" He asks with such cute tenderness.
"Um, yeah." I say.
I quickly wrap a towel around my waist and open the door a crack.
There stands Jackson, holding a bag from our drugstore, his lopsided smile resting on his boyish face as he pushes the bag towards me awkwardly.
"Here, I hope this is the right brand," he says sheepishly.
I surprise him with a tight hug. Darn these period hormones making me emotional.
"Thank you," I whisper, tears pricking my eyes as I slide the door shut.
"I'll be downstairs," Jackson says, recovering from his shock quite well.
I smile to myself and get my uh.... lady things done.
I stride downstairs and find all my brothers staring at me.
"What?" I ask them.
They quickly avert their eyes and stare at their various bowls of cereal.
"Nothing. Anything new with you?" Porter asks stupidly.
Andy jabs him in the side.
"What?" He asks angrily.
Sensing the tension, I start to speak.
"Listen guys, I know this is kind of embarrassing for all of us, but what you guys are doing is stupid. Jackson, who's not even my brother, no offense, J, had to help me. You all need to step up your brotherhood game, because I'm growing up without y'all, and I don't interrupt bit that you are leaving me just because I'm not all about ponies and rainbows anymore." I end my rant with a huff.
Porter jumps up and gives me a hug.
The rest follow.
" Even though, I'm your brother, I'm also your twin, and I shouldn't have left you just because it got hard.
I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?" Porter asks me.
I lean up and kiss him on the cheek.
"Alright, we're late enough as it is, let's get out of here," yells Andy.
We all pile into the car, me resting between Porter and Jackson, they're arms around me.
I get to school, and almost immediately, Alice, Tam, and Jackie ran up to me and Jackson, wrapping their arms around me in a truly girly embrace.
"What's up girls?" I ask.
They all shriek replays in return.
"Did you hear about Jamison and Kennady?" Tam shrieks.
"Have you seen Milan's latest fashions? They suck, I could do so much better!" Alice scoffs.
"Do you know that there are children in need out there while we selfishly toss half our lunches away into the garbage where no one can use it!" Cries Jackie, that trademark fire stirring in her eyes.
"Whoa, woah, woah! What happened between Jamison and Kennady?"
Jamison is the schools bad boy and notorious player, and Kennady is the schools, well let's just say she's not one of the purest girls here.
But anyway, they had been dating for a month, longer than either of them had ever dated one person before.
"Well, rumor has it that Jamison found out Kennady was cheating on him with a muscle head from the football team, and so he hit her," Tam rushes out, clearly exhilarated by this newfound gossip as she always is.
"How true do you really think that is? I mean Jamison certainly isn't a saint, but I don't think he's a monster," I say back.
"Well, how can we find out the truth, it's not like we can ask him ourselves," Tam says.
That gives me an idea.....
"Hey, earth to Rose! You have that idea face on, what are you thinking?" Alice asks.
"Oh, just nothing," I say, a grin rising up my face.
"I don't think we should get into this kind of thing, he really could be dangerous," Jackson adds quietly.
"Ugh. Jackson, this is how gossip chains work, the secret gets out, and then slowly it becomes more mangled and misinterpreted, and then everyone thinks that we have murderers or secret agents or something at our school," I tell him.
"Well, be careful, I don't want to have to come save you if you get hurt," he teases.
"Shut up," I smile at him.
The bell rings and we all race off to class. Amazingly, we don't have a single class with each other all day, other than lunch.
I race to geometry, suddenly colliding with a hard chest.
"Woah there, I know I'm hot but you don't gotta throw yourself at me," a deep male voice chuckles.
I look up into the eyes of Jamison, THE Jamison we were just talking about. Awkward.
"Um, sorry," I mutter, trying to walk away, but he blocks me.
"What do you want?" I ask him suspiciously, he's never paid any interest in me anymore, and no way in heck was I going to be his next girlfriend, or as I like to call it, another notch on his belt.
"Touchy," he says, "what are you doing out of class, little girl?" He's trying to get under my skin, but I know how to do it too.
"What are you doing out of class, mister?"I say with my hands on my hips, feet tapping annoyingly.
He chuckles. "That's for me to know, and you don't need," he says, rocking back on his heals, his stance relaxed. I am so late for class. Oh well, might as well have some fun as long as I'm skipping class.
"Oh yeah?" I ask him, taking a step closer to him. His smirk drops as he looks me up and down, noticing that I'm closer to him now.
There's something very familiar about him, I can feel it, I just don't know, but I feel like I know him. Even his voice sounds familiar, and his dark brown eyes seem so familiar. I just can't put my finger on it
"Yeah," he says. Is it just me or does his voice sound a little husky? I take another step closer. He takes a step back. I stare in his eyes, both of us too stubborn to look away. I take another step closer. He backs into a locker, echoing into the empty hallway. I cross the boundaries around him till our hips are touching, chest to chest. His breathing hitches, but I'm not scared, I know that I'm in control, not like that night, one year ago. I quickly shake those thoughts away as I hook my fingers onto is belt loops. He's breathing hard now, I stand on my tiptoes, reaching his face almost perfectly.
Only inches away form his lips, I direct my breath towards his ear, asking him, "So, where are you going?"
"Out," he says, breaking from his trance. I jerk back a bit, but now I'm so close to him, looking into his eyes, both of us part of a dance that so many have danced before. I let out a shaky breath I hadn't realized I was holding and backed off.
I felt something. Something I've never felt before. I look away from him and run to class, leaving him standing in the hallway, dumbfounded.

So.... what's gonna happen? Who is this mystery man known as Jamison? Will they meet again?
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