Get Over It!

5. "Walk away, walk away, walk...."

Jackson's POV

Laughter. Worms crept up his skin at that sight. Jaw tightening involuntarily. Laughter. Not an option. Never an option at Eastview high. How did they forget it? He looks at the old faces of the Eastview high. Dead eyes. Empty souls. Just functioning bodies. Happy. Happy for that sight. Not for those creeps laughing. Can't stand them. No. How are they so jolly. Disgust. Walk away, walk away, walk away, walk aw- a voice in the head constantly telling him this. Shiver down the spine. Eyes fluttering from the redhead to the blonde. No. Can't stand this.

Finally walked away from the bleachers. Leaning against the wall outside the cafeteria, hair in a mess as usual he didn't have time to style them , he sighs. It came as a signal, not of his resolve leaving but of the level his tension had reached.

More like an old-fashioned kettle. Rebecca thought, standing behind the distinct boy she caught staring at the bleachers. Not like the others, she didn't have the habit to leave things in confusion oh poor baby. Though very forward than the others, she sensed anger. And some pain maybe, and sadness too. A combination she very clearly remembered and didn't want to test anyone.

His hand shuffling through his bag to find something. Rebecca kept on peeking at him until he found what he was probably looking for. Cigarette pack. Closing her eyes for a moment as if in disappointment, she laid her head against the wall. Upon opening them again a set of eyes looked back at her.

"Yes?" A voice that is more warm than sunlight on amber spoke.

The right twinkle in his eyes. Becca usually likes that but this one had that air of power, of total confidence, she backs away. He's kinda creepy. She still watches him taking out a cigarette from the pack, lighting it with a grey lighter. None of them speaking anything, just having an intense stare-off. He smirks while taking a long drag off the wrinkled toxic stick. Rebecca always thought that cigarette purchase brought some strange notion of dominance. Disgusted. She notices his dark stare at her, almost as if daring her to say anything.

Intimated. Mentally plugging in her ear plugs, she tries to find a reason to leave. Any excuse will do, she thinks.

The bell rings. Another class was missed on her first day. But she had no one to be scared of, at least for now. Still smirking, he gets off the wall and walks outside the doors throwing the cigarette butt onto the floor and smashing it quite forcefully.

Becca's mind flickers back to her friends. "Friends" she thinks. Smiling at the word she used to refer the only two people she just met, she walks off to the next class hoping that either of them would be there.

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(A/n) Hello people! How are you all holding up during this quarantine? Hope every one of your is safe and healthy. Coming back to today's little update:

1. Did you like the new POV?

2. Rebecca or Rebecca?

4. Excited for the further disclosures??? The ride is going to be amazing my dear friends!

I will try my best to keep the fast updates coming up. And the chapters are short ON PURPOSE so yeah, hope you enjoyed it!

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