The Choices We Make

Chapt. 14: Something Unexpected

So quick recap. Luke, Vincent, Casper, and Wriley are all Jackson's friends who made their first appearance at the beach party in chapter 6. Luke is the blonde who hit on Jordan, Vinny is the dirty blonde volleyball player, Casper's the black guy with the English accent, and Wriley's the ginger who has a thing for Grace. Enjoy the chapter peeps <3

So I might have over exaggerated just a smidgen when I said we'd be finished in no time. It's already past six in the afternoon and we're still stuck in this accursed room with two shelves of records players left and an unclean able space. Sure; the two shelves of players wouldn't take too much longer, but the record room itself is a whole separate issue. No matter how much we clean this stupid room, there's always more. More to shelve, more to organize, and more to dust. Don't even get me started on the amount of dust in that room. It was like a dust bunny family reunion or something.

"Uuuugggghhhh it's so hotttt." Jackson groans as he sinks against the sofa, fanning himself with an old newspaper. I pick up my water bottle and direct the nozzle at him, squirting the ice cold substance in a trail starting from his forehead and ending at his chest. Jackson gasps and sits up, his eyes shooting open. I tilt my head innocently.

"Better?" I question. Jackson shoots me a deadpan look.

"Much." He responds sarcastically before rubbing at his mouth and cheeks with his forearm. I grin cheekily at him. Jackson shoots me a sarcastic smile before gripping the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. My eyes widen as I watch the motion, and immediately my palms shoot up to hide them as my ears heat up. "...Um, Alexis? What are you doing??" Jackson questions bewilderedly.

"Next time, a little warning before you decide to strip in front of me." I chastise without removing my hands from my retinas. There was no way I was going to look at a shirtless, bare chested Jackson no matter how tempting the sight may be. He should have at least some respect for a girl in a relationship. I can hear Jackson snicker. There's sounds of movement and before I know it Jackson's warm palms are against the back of my hands, as he peels them off my eyes. When he removes my hand barricade, I squeeze my eyes shut. Jackson chuckles again. I'm glad my embarrassment is so amusing to him. "Open your eyes, Bambi." He tells me. I shake my head vigorously. "Okay. But there's no way you'll get anything done like that." He says before moving away from the couch I'm leaning on. Sure I can. It couldn't be that hard.

I pat around on the carpet for my rag. I know I left it to the right me... Oh well. I'll find it eventually. As for my record player... That was right in front of of me. I'm sure of that. So why couldn't I feel it? I can hear a distinctive snicker that can only mean one thing.

"Jackson you moved my stuff didn't you??" I question, even though I already know the answer.

"No."

"Yes you did! I know you did. I had it all next to me!" I retort.

"Well I guess there's only one way you could find out..." Jackson responds casually. Whatever.

I groan and open my eyes. "I knew it!" I spit. Jackson has my rag in hand and my record player at his side, just as I suspected. What surprises me though is that he's wearing a white wife beater, and is infact not half naked. "Why didn't you just tell me you had a tank top on?" I question.

"I was having too much fun messing with you." He responds with a crooked smile.

"I'm so glad my misfortune amuses you." I deadpan while taking my stuff back. Jackson gives me a cheeky grin before going back to work.

"There's only one shelf left. Can you finish it off?" He questions. I nod curtly before grabbing another record player. "K. I'm gonna shelf the rest of the records." He responds before heading over to the shelf and taking a seat infront of the record side.