Ring, Rage and Jax.

Chapter 28- The one with feelings.

[ A I D E N'S POV ]

I sit in class with my head shoved to the book. I couldn't believe the turn of events. Never did for one minute imagine things would be this different for me. I lift my head and watch Cara who is seated a few seats in front of me. She seems to be engrossed in classes. A part of me wondered if she was thinking about all the things that had happened between us. Another part was calling me a huge wimp for it.

"Mr. Jackson?" A voice booms in class. "You seem to be very distracted today." The whole class twists to see me and this makes widely uncomfortable but I don't show it. I shrug. "Are you not keeping well?" The voice booms again. I shrug again. I lift my eyes to see Cara stare at me intently like she was wondering what was going on inside my head. It's you, Cupcake. It's you.

"Was thinking about conditioning theory." I say out loud and the class seems confused. I stare right at Cara. She shifts in her seat awkwardly. Oh she was definitely thinking about it alright. "I seem to really like that theory." I say again. The voice laughs. "I'm glad you are showing interest in your subjects, Mr. Jackson." The class continues. My eyes remain on Cara who seems to be staring at her book deeply. She was fuckin adorable. I see Reggie look at me with furrowed brows and then look at Cara who was biting the end of her pen. Reggie does this twice before his eyes widen. This makes my eyebrows knot in confusion.

Reggie immediately bumps his shoulders with Nancy who moves her eyes from the professor to Reggie half heartedly. I see them share a look before both of them look at Cara. This had something to do with me, didn't it? I see Nancy hit Cara on the back of her head. Cara looks like she was knocked out of a daze. Her face scrunched up in confusion and pain. I see her mouth the words 'ouch'. Fuck me. She was fucking adorable. I decide to stop staring at her like a creep and look back at my book. The text she had so carefully given me. The same text that had witnessed our little show down. I rub my face with frustration. Touselling my hair as I do so. "Hey Aiden." A voice beside me cooes.

My eyes instantly turn cold and uninterested. I look to the girl on my right. She was biting the end of her pen and somehow I didn't find it as attractive as the way Cara did. Wait, why was I comparing her? "You free tonight?" She asks and I am about to turn her down when I realise, it's not like anything was going on between Cara and I. "Depends." I say with a smirk on my face. I lean closer to her. "What did you have in my mind?" I ask and she starts to giggle. Blushing profusely. Fanning her face. This gets me feeling cocky. "MR JACKSON and-" the professor mumbles. I was sure he had no idea of this girl beside me. "I thought you were starting to gain interest in the subject." The professor says with disappointment obvious in their voice. "I was just helping him, professor." The girl cooes from beside me. Her fingers brushing through the side of my arm.

I instantly look at Cara who seems to be looking at me like I had slapped her. My smirk instantly dies down. I see her face instantly change emotion. She was harbouring hate now. Regret evident in her eyes as she shakes her head to herself and shifts in her seat. The bell instantly goes off. Cara shoves the books into her back and doesn't wait. I see Reggie and Nancy run behind her. They are the first out of the class.

Guilt surges through me all of a sudden. I don't sit to entertain the girl beside me. I feel myself quickly follow them. What was I doing? Why did I feel guilty? Was all of this supposed to mean something? Did this mean something to me? I stop outside class with a heavy heart. She deserved better. She deserved so much fucking better and I couldn't be toying with her emotions. I growl in frustration and head to the parking lot. Long and heavy strides. My mind wandering off to Cara no matter how hard I try. I can feel her hands in my hair. Soft moans escaping her lips. The smoothness of her skin against my fingers. The smell of beachy coconut on her skin. The smell of honey in her hair. It felt so close.