Mark's POV:
The next day me and Jackson were at a park, just enjoying a nice Sunday noon. It was sunny out there, maybe a few clouds too and it was warm.
I was lying on the grass with my head on Jackson's thick thigh. There was pretty quiet, though I could hear some cars going by the park.
Jackson was reading a book, but I don't know what's it about since it's written in a language I can't speak. I swear to god, Jackson knows like a hundred different languages. It's kinda hot tho.
Even though everything was basically perfect, I felt uncomfortable. Like as if someone was watching me.
But everytime I opened my eyes and looked around, I saw nothing suspicious. But as I closed my eyes again, the feeling came back.
Jackson muttered something under his breath.
"What did you say babe?" I looked up and his eyes met mine.
"I think I'm on my man period" he sighed.
I let out a chuckle. "What do you mean?"
"I'm about to cry, this book is so sad."
"Aww poor you"
"Anyways, are you okay? You're not usually this quiet." Jackson put the book down and looked me into my eyes.
I sighed. "It's nothing. I just feel like I'm being watched."
"Well that's because you are" he grinned "I watch you all the time."
"Jackson I'm serious."
"Yeah yeah. Who do you think is watching you?"
"I don't really know and that's driving me crazy- wait" I frowned.
"What is it?" He tilted his head in a questioning way.
"Evan said he has moved to California. He said he loves me, what if he's actually here and is stalking me?" I looked over at Jackson with a worried expression on my face.
"That only happens in movies. Nothing's gonna happen to you, I'll protect you. And he said he's moved to California, it doesn't mean he's in LA, right?"
"I guess you're right..."
Jackson smiled and patted my cheek with his hand since he couldn't bend down enough to kiss me.
But what they didn't know, was that Evan was in fact in Los Angeles.
And he for sure is up to no good.
