Confessions of a Queen Bee

Chapter 43

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After dinner, or well my second dinner, Jackson went and got my bag from the car for me. We hadn't really talked about the fact that I was staying but it was a sort of given after he asked me to stay all week.

It's not that I didn't want to spend the whole week with him, it was more to do with the fact my parents would most likely worry and that every time Jackson and I spent a lot of time together, it always just got more and more intense.

And I like the intensity, it burns me, in a good way. But I didn't want to make things more complicated than they already were.

We both knew I wasn't ready.

"Hey, wanna follow me?" Jackson says as he came back through the front door with my bag. Jumping to my feet I follow him up the stairs into what I'm guessing is his bedroom.

His bed was pushed up against the far wall, laying underneath the sloped ceiling, a large window spreading slightly over it. You could see the night sky by laying on his bed and I was almost excited to go to bed just to see it. Opposite his Bed was a tv hung on a wall, lying next to some extremely cluttered book shelves and a work desk. His room wasn't a mess, but it wasn't neat. It was sort of organised chaos, which I think makes perfect sense in relation to Jackson.

"You have a nice room." I say and sit down on the bed.

"Yeah its pretty good." Jackson smiles and hands me my bag. I packed a day's change of clothes, and some sleep clothes. Nothing much but I thought I should have some things prepared in case I decided to stay. Obviously, I was, so I'm glad I came prepared.

It was only like half nine I think? Maybe ten ish? But I decided to get a little comfier.

"Do you have a hairband? I know you won't but like your mum or your little sister? I totally forgot to bring one." I ask.

Jackson nods, leaving the room. And I walk over to his floor mirrored wardrobes. Looking at my reflection I realise I do look skinny, but at least I don't look as dead as I did this time last week. I am so much better.

Pulling my hair to the side I run my hair brush through the long waves, waiting for Jackson to return.

On therapy days I haven't been putting makeup on. For obvious reasons. Although today was actually ok, the rest have been a little messy. Hyperventilating on the floor kind of messy, but we won't talk about that.

Braiding my hair into a side braid I watch as Jackson re-enters the bedroom meeting my eyes in the mirror. I give him a little smile and go back to trying to braid my hair, I'm pretty good at it, but it's so hard when you get the end, especially when you have long hair.

Jackson places his hands over my waist, pulling me so his body is moulded to the back of mine from behind, he makes me feel safe, protected. Wanted.

As he hugs me from behind i smile at him through the mirror, I take the hairband he is offering and tie my hair with it. Looking down at my yellow sun dress I realise I need to get changed and into something warmer.

"Can I borrow a jumper when I get changed?" I say and I watch as he rolls his eyes sarcastically.

"What more do you want?" Jackson says but instead of letting me go and finding a jumper he wraps his arms around me tighter and places his chin on my shoulder.

"You look really nice today." He whispers and a squirm away from the way his breathe tickles my neck.

"Jackson stop." I laugh but try to command seriously, taking his hands and disconnecting them from my body.