I am Widow

Chapter 14

Jackson POV:

The day I saw Widow.

"WAKE-UP! WAKE-WAKE UP!"

I wake up to the sound of the stupid alarm clock.

Great, the day that all the kids and teens of America fear, the first day of school.

I am a junior now.

One more year in the jailhouse and I am done! No more stupid final exams, homework, and Ms. Jordan yelling, "Stop talking!" in English class. Thank god I don't have her this year. I got a Mr. White.

Anyways, I go to my bathroom and get ready.

"Jackson, you are going to be late!" my dad screams.

"Alright coming!"
My dad is standing in front of the door.
"What's up dad?"
He smiles. "Here," he gives me a car key.
"Whoa, is this mine?"
He nods. Awesome!!
I laugh and hug him. He promised me a car if I could make it to the honors program.

I quickly run to my new car and drive to school.
How can this day get better Mr. Travis.

I arrive to school and all eyes are looking at my car.

I see Paul, my best bud, and Rachel, my girlfriend.

I park a few yards away from the entrance.

"Babe!" Rachel comes running to me. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me.

"I miss you so much! Two weeks without my gummy bear." Gosh, I hate when she calls me that.

Rachel is your typical American girl. She is blonde, brown eyes, hot body, medium size. She has a pretty face and smile.

"Whatever just kiss me you idiot."

We start to kiss, I love to be with Rachel this way. I feel great and happy when I kiss her. I have been enjoying her kisses for almost 3 years.

"Okay this is freaking disgusting! Get a damn room at least. Yuck!" I hear Paul yell.

I pull away from the kiss, and chuckle, "hello my man. How you doing?" I get Paul and embrace him with a bear hug.

"Can't breathe." Paul manages to say.

Paul is only an inch shorter than me and weighs at least 10 pound less.

"Nice to see you too Jackson. So how was summer at your house?" We start to walk to the classroom.

"Good, not that bored as I thought it will be. How was your stay in San Antonio?" I ask.

"Great! Dude I got front row tickets to see the Spurs twice! And heck I scored some dates as well," Paul says.

"Your not going to ask me about my summer?" Rachel butts in.

"I know what happen, I think the whole school knows. You tweeted every single hour of you vacation in Hawaii." Paul says.

"You just jealous cause you were not the one who got to spend a whole summer in a 5-star hotel, and on a yacht." Rachel says.

As you can see Rachel is not only blonde, but very rich. Richer than me that's for sure.

"Whatever, do you guys have the same locker as last year?" I ask.

"Nope, mine is number 33." Paul answers.

"Nope, ugh, I get a small locker. I got 29," Rachel says.

"Oh well I got 39. Isn't like close to White's class?" I ask.

They both shrugged. Two years in this school and we still don't know where each room or locker is. It takes me almost the whole first week to remember my schedule and rooms.