Living with my brothers

The Green Eyed Monster: Jealousy

The next day, after my odd conversation with Jamison, I needed my best friend.
I called Jackson on the way to school, walking instead of riding with my brothers because that would be just plain awkward to talk about guys in front of your older brothers. *SHUDDER*

He answers the phone on the first ring.

J it for Jackson, R is for Rose, if you didn't already know, lol

J: What's up, Ro?
R: I had a weird conversation with Jamison yesterday
J: Aren't all your conversations with him weird?
R: Only because he makes it that way!
J: Okay, I wasn't implying that you're weird, geez!
R: I'm sorry, Jamison's just got me on edge. Why is he even talking to me anyway, he's popular, I'm not, it's like unheard of to talk to someone not in your social clique at high school!
J: Okay, you're probably not gonna like this, but Jamison's been crushing on you since kindergarten.
R: What?!
J: I told you that you wouldn't like it.
R: Yeah, thanks for the warning! How can I know for sure he likes me?
J: We could try the oldest trick in the book; jealousy.
R: I don't know about this...
J: Trust me, by the end of today, we'll know for sure if he likes you or not.

We hang up, and I continue my walk to school in peace.
I walk to my locker, only to find Jackson leaning against it.
"So, we're going to be a couple today,"
He says. I almost drop my books and splutter out, "What?" He just laughs and says, "Relax, not like a real couple, a fake one, to make little Jamie jealous," I breathe out a sigh of relief.
"Okay, awesome." I tell him. "Speak of the devil, and he shall come," Jackson mutters beside me. Jamison is walking towards my locker, and Jackson pulls me close and kisses me on the lips.
I stiffen, but knowing it's just Jackson, I let him push me against the locker, neither of us really enjoying it. I tangle my hands in his hair like I've seen people do in the movies, and I slowly open my eyes to see Jamison glaring at us angrily "Get a room!" He shouts, making Jackson laugh against my lips, I push Jackson off me, just enough so we aren't kissing anymore, but enough to look like we still are. "He is definitely jealous, shall we keep this charade going, my dear lover?" Jackson jokingly asks me. I laugh and wink at him, giving him a close hug. We walk to class hand in hand, giggling happily as we walk. He gives me a kiss on the cheek at the door, in full view of my classmates, Jamison being one of them. I almost break out laughing when I hear Jamison growl angrily. I took my seat after Jackson said, "See you soon, sweetheart," I act my part as the passionate lover, affectionately blowing a kiss to him after taking my seat. "When did you two start dating?" Jamison gruffly asks me. I smile at him. The plan is working out beautifully. "Oh, it's been going on for a while," I lie, "why do you ask?" I ask him innocently. He scoffs. "Wouldn't you like to know, slut?" He spits.
Oh no way in hell is he allowed to say that to me. I take a deep breath and try to hide my rage as I say to my teacher, "Can I go to the restroom? It's urgent," I say, knowing that male teachers will let you go for sure if you say that. Jamison scoffs at me. "I gotta go too, if that's not a problem," Jamison challenges our teacher. He gulps and says, "Sure Rose. Jamison, watch yourself." He gives us the passes and we walk out together. I grab his hand and pull him into an empty classroom. "What is wrong with you? Why call me a slut when you know very well I don't deserve the title, no one does. Why do you think it's okay to be such a jackass to me, I thought you'd be different, I thought you weren't so b-" my words are cut off as he shoves me up against the wall and harshly forces his lips on mine. I'm frozen, and I can't seem to kiss back, even though I want to desperately. All I can think about is Louis, the guy who almost stole my innocence. The guy who broke me. Tears are running down my cheeks, Jamison stops kissing me, resting his forehead against mine.
Slowly, he kisses both of my cheeks before leaning against me in an almost vulnerable and boyish way. "I'm so sorry, Ro. I just, when I saw you with Jackson today, I couldn't help but be angry, I couldn't help but wish that was me. And I know that I scared you. And I don't think you're a slut. I'm so confused, I've never felt this way before. Please tell me you feel something too. I don't know if I could live with myself if you didn't," he tells me, his breathing labored.
I nod against his shoulder, my tears having stopped. "I, I feel something too, Jamison. And I may not know what it is, but maybe we can figure it out together. Just, be careful with me, I'm scared of this," I finish. He nods slowly. "So, let's start off slow, get to know each other, let's be friends and buds, and let's have fun while we're young and maybe, just maybe, we'll be better off for it in the end," he says back. I smile, and we walk to class with his arm easily slung around me. He wanted to skip, but knowing how many times Jamison has skipped in the past, I thought it would be a bad idea.
During lunch, Jackson, Tam, Alice, Jackie and my brothers Porter, Holden, and Josh sit with us. Us being me and Jamie. Holden and Josh angrily pace to our table, Porter following behind looking more hurt than angry. Holden places an angry hand on Jackson's shoulder saying, "so you're dating our sister, scum? When did we give you permission to do that?" He asks angrily. Jackson looks for permission from me with his eyes, so I nod and he speaks calmly but firmly. "Three things, one, I've known you for years, bro, what the heck? Two, if I wanted to date your sister, I would. We wouldn't need permission from anyone. And three, we were only doing to make Jamie here jealous, so if you have a problem with someone, it should be him. After all, he's gonna be the one you need to watch out for." He finishes smugly, a smirk just like Jamie's resting on his lips. I shake my head angrily at him, but the evil smirk grows wider. Porter breathes out what seems like a sigh of relief. Um, what? Yep, I'll definitely be doing some good old fashioned twin interrogating later on. "Can we talk to you? Alone, Jamison?" My brothers spit out angrily, Jamison's eyebrows raising curiously as he follows them out of the lunchroom. I swear if they hurt him, I'll get some serious revenge on their asses.
They all three come back in, with Jamison looking fine, except that he looks a little roughed up. I glare at my satisfied brothers, and in return they just smile evilly at me. I hate you guys, I mouth at them. We know, they mouth back. Jamison lays an arm almost cautiously around my shoulders, while my brothers look like they're gonna strangle him from across the table.
I just laugh at it all. How I love all my men, if you could call them that...

Ooohh, and so the relationship begins, the drama!!
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