x. Cameron Dallas PoV
Before my problem with being a fire-user, my biggest problem was getting the girl of my dreams to fall for my irresistible dorky charm.
Okay, I'm just kidding with you.
Dorky isn't charming.
I'm not charming.
But whatever.
The point is, Jackie (that's her nickname. Her real name's more amazing, but it's too early in the story to tell you.) already had a boyfriend - the hottest, jockiest guy in all of Winter Pine Heights High School.
Actually, he's the hottest, jockiest guy in all of Alberta, Canada. Maybe in the whole continent.
Which is why I found myself sulking on my bed, staring at the ceiling in the dark and just imagining how soft Jackie's straight, but slightly unruly, long, jet-black hair would feel and how her gentle - but totally strong - long fingers would fit perfectly in between my fingers - fingers perfect for playing the guitar.
How could I possibly know her fingers belong intertwined with mine? She's perfectly untouchable, for Pete's sake!
Thing is, unlike other, never-was-her-boyfriend boys (she only ever had that one jackass though), I got lucky enough to hold her hand. No, actually, it was her holding my hand.
Twice.
We were in the same classes all our lives, and my house has been directly in front of hers - right across the damn street - and for the past 15 years, I was lucky enough to have her hold my hand twice.
The first was just because she was teaching me how to play guitar (or trying to).
The second was when she showed me how to play 'Twinkle, twinkle' on her violin.
I would love to say we went on a date together, once or twice... but nah.
It's reserved for that jackass Sean O'Donnell.
Naw, don't get me wrong... he's a great guy.
Which is why I hate him so much.
I mean, I just wish I had a reason to convince her to break up with him!
I mean, just - ugh.
They're the picture-perfect couple, I guess.
Nope, it's not your typical jock-cheerleader pairing or anything.
Maybe it's time to describe her.
Okay... here goes nothing.
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Her full name's Jacques Jackson, pronounced 'Jack-ey', but she always preferred 'Jackie'. I guess because it sounds more spunky. And it just makes me love her even more.
I knew I'd never get over her or fall in love with anyone else when I first laid eyes on her. We were toddlers. Playmates. And then classmates all the way.
I always hoped we could be you know, endgame.
It was because of her that I believe looks are just a bonus of personality, and there's just something about her that ensures I'll never get away.
Not that I'd ever want to.
I'm going to go ahead and shoot here - time for book reffing.
You know how some people have glossy souls? Or shiny souls? Sparkling souls?
Well... her's is iridescent. She's iridescent.
She's not the hurricane or a storm that blew me away - she's always the gentle breeze, the sunrise and the blue skies. She's the breath of air that the trees and flowers dance to. The light in her eyes is dim compared to the light in her heart and soul, and you can hear it, feel it in her laughter or her smile.
