Confessions of a Queen Bee

Chapter 42

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I've been sat outside his house for five minutes already, just mustering up the courage to go and knock on his front door.

Is this really strange? To just turn up?

You could tell it was his mother's house, the white painted brick was littered with growing plants, flowering due to the spring. Large windows surrounded the front of the house and I imagined they carries on all the way around. It looked airy but it was surrounded by nature that I knew Mrs Granger valued. It wasn't the biggest of houses, but it was really beautiful.

I keep trying to force myself to just get out and walk up the path. The worst thing Jackson could do was turn me away? And that's not even too bad, at least I'd know then.

But I was stressing. Because I knew I had a lot to explain and I had no idea how to even start it all.

I send Lucy I quick text, just replying to her question and telling her that I'm sat outside Jackson's house just trying to find the motivation to knock on the door.

Lucy instantly replies.

Lucy: the sooner you go in the sooner you can tell me about what he says. Do it for me, not you lmao

I smile at the message, feeling really glad that I met her today, that I started group. I didn't think id be here without it.

Opening the car door, I don't bother to grab my bag, I mean, it can stay in the car until I know if he hates me or not.

The ground seems unsteady underneath my feet as I walk down the little path to his front door. I knew I was just really nervous, the last time I saw him, I was shaking my head at my parents trying to tell them through my tears with my body language that he needed to go. That I couldn't see him.

That would have hurt me, if I was Jackson.

I cut to the chase and knock sort of pathetically on his door. Wondering what he would do when he saw me, when he opened the door.

What I didn't expect however was no response.

Knocking again, harder this time, I tried to listen to see if I could hear any noise from inside. There was nothing. But the lights were on inside I could tell that by the soft glow from the window. By listening harder, I started to hear the faint sound of music coming from behind the house, from behind the small gate to the right of the home.

Without letting myself overthink, I instinctively followed the sound of the music and let myself in through their garden gate. It opened up to a pretty huge garden, littered with child toys and things for them to play on. And on the patio was a little fire pit, glowing onto where Jackson laid fast asleep on a outdoor couch.

The soft crackle of the fire and the sound of the music was drowned out as I stood staring at Jackson sleeping.

What do I do now?

Climbing up the little steps so I could reach him, I sat gently by where his body was laid, unknowing of my presence.

"Jackson." I whisper, trying to gently wake him up.

He stirs a little but doesn't open his eyes.

"Jackson?" I question, placing my hand gently on his rough cheek. He didn't look as if he had shaved for a few days, his face slightly scratchy to the touch.

He looked handsome.

His eyes opened, wide. Looking at me and around us, he was confused. Dazed from just being awoken. Surprised by my presence.