Professional Jacka*s

12; skinny

It's been about about two months since I've last talked to Ryan. Instead, I've continued to follow the plan on my own, not for Ryan's benefit but for my own. Within these past two weeks, Dylan and I have grown closer, and I've learned a little bit about his past. He's had been in two committed and serious relationships throughout high school and they both left him because of something he "couldn't explain to me in just a day".

During our first month of dating, I've kept a busy eye on his phone at all times, reading his actions each time he grabs his phone. I stole Dylan's phone during one of his showers, and demanded my dad's assistant to set a hidden software that will flash every time Dylan snaps a photo.

Now it's been almost two months of us officially dating, I haven't felt as stressed as I was in the beginning of this relationship, because I have been taking actions for myself.

I haven't thought about how our relationship will end in the future. Throughout this first month of dating, nothing suspicious really happened ever since I've cut ties with Ryan. Sometimes I feel a sense of guilt when Dylan expresses his love and gratitude for me.

Just like now:

"I want to introduce you to my parents," he says excitedly.

We were sitting at my dining table on my patio, having a cute dinner date that he's cooked up for me.

Maybe I did push myself a little too far in this plan.

I laughed uncomfortably, "Do you think it's really necessary?"

"Of course!" he answers while looking at me questionably, "Do you not think it's a good idea?"

I smiled at him, "No, it is."

"I get it," he leaned back against his chair.

I looked up at him and watched him, with a very amused look on his face.

"You're nervous, aren't you?" he teased, grinning at me.

Unconsciously, I grabbed my water and fed it to myself, hoping that he would change his mind or at least change the topic.

"They're nice people," Dylan flaunts, playing around with the food on his plate.

"I bet they are," I mumbled through the glass of water.

"Why don't you want to meet them?" he asks.

I shrugged and put the water down.

"No Juniper, seriously," Dylan's tone changes as those words left his mouth. He was sitting directly across from me at our table, looking at me dead in the eyes. The expressions on his face showed signs of disappointment. I could hear him tap his foot on the wooden floor, as he plays with his fingers as his elbows were rested on the armrest of the metal chair.

"I'm just nervous," I responded.

The guilt rushed down my back.

I bit the inside of my cheek nervously. This plan was dumb and I knew it from the beginning. I have feelings for him but I still decided to commit something rather hurtful to justify my anger towards him.

"Is that really the reason?" Dylan looks at me.

His hazel eyes showed nothing but care.

"Yea," I responded slightly uneasy.

I adjusted myself awkwardly in my seat, wiggling my toes nervously and stared down at my plate of food.

The sound of the metal chair slid against the wooden floor. Dylan got up from his seat and wanders himself over to me. He smiles at me softly and motions me to get up from my seat.