So, what's your favorite color? He asked me.
Well, I like black and blue. I said. What's your favorite color?
My favorite color is black. He said. It's so beautiful, yet so misunderstood. People see that color negatively and fear it, yet many people...
After what happened last week at the basketball court, me and Jackson have gotten much closer together. More than what were already. And if you asked me personally, I love it! Ever since I found out about him being rich, he seemed to be really close to me now!
When I told him about my encounter with Veronica he told me he'd been keeping it a secret since he didn't want people to treat him differently and the only others who knew was Cameron, Ashely, Lucy, and Mia. I told him it wasn't no surprise to me since his father's a CEO, his stepdad is a doctor, and his mother is a lawyer.
But yes, for the past week he's really been for me.
However today is Saturday, and as I was in my dorm studying abroad, my phone buzzed with his text message that read:
"Hey, do you wanna come with me to get lunch?"
Smiling, I text back. "Sure!"
"Meet me at Chic Fil A"
"Ok, on my way!"
Closing my math book I unplugged my phone, got up, and changed from my pajamas into an outfit I felt fitting for the occasion:
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I even put on some makeup, just eyeshadow, mascara and red lipstick, and I put on my matching black heeled boots and but my hair into a high up Ariana Grande type ponytail so my wavy hair cascaded upon my shoulders and back, where the brown of my hair turned into the tropical blues and some fairly big hoop earrings.
I'm not sure exactly why I was gettin all dressed up for, I mean it's not like it's a date or anything, because if anything the rest of the gang is gonna be there, he probably was just the one to personally text me, even though usually you'd do it in the groupchat.
Nether the less, I left the building and went off to the bus to go to Chic-fil-a.
When I did make it there, as I walked in, Jackson was leaning against a pillar next to a table.
Hey! I said, waving to him.
He looked up and turned to me with a big smile.
Oh, hey you! He said. Have a seat.
We sat down in the red booth.
So, how are you? He asked, setting his phone down and giving direct eye contact.
I'm doing fine, and you? I asked, pushing some of my hair back.
I'm doing great! He said.
And then there was a moment of silence.
As I looked at him, the natural lighting of the sun made the green in his eyes show, and the blue very vibrant, and his brown hair appear a blonde color. When I saw my reflection in the glass window, my eyes were almost completely light green, making me look even more exotic with my skin tone.
