jackson imagines | book 1

3 days~1

Shantes pov
(shawn-tae)

I carelessly hopscotch on the sidewalk by the park. My headphones attached to my head. My curly hair bouncing behind me. I'm pretty sure its all frizzed up by now. I mumble the lyrics to my favorite song "Ain't no mountain high enough" by Marvin Gay.

Then somebody shoved me making me fall backwards, scraping my knuckles and palms. My elbow too, it felt like it was on fire. "ow"! I take my headphones off laying them beside me. "i'm sorry" a soft voice said behind me. I turned around it was a boy, he held his hand out for me to stand up. "i'm sorry, are you ok"? he smiled

"yeah i'm fine" i dust myself off, fixing my clothes. "i'm marlon, you are"? he was sweating hard, and looking around suspicious.

"i'm shante, but everybody calls me tae" i shake his hand. "i didn't see you there, i'm sorry" he apologized again. "it's fine" i check out my bruises that look pretty nasty. "um, come with me" he pulled my arm done the street with him. "wait, where are you taking me"? i shout. My mother told me about strangers and this is one.

"look no time to explain, just run, and don't look behind you" he yelled to me as we ran down the hot street. Of course i looked back anyway, to see a swarm of girls running behind us screaming and holding papers. After minutes of running we finally stopped in a alley catching our breath. "who are you? and why is there girls running after us"? i say out of breath.

"i'm marlon j-, " THERE HE IS GET HIM"!!!!! somebody screamed at the top of their lungs. "here, i gotta go" he handed me a piece of paper, then running off into the alley. The wave of girls rushed past me screaming his name.

"your lucky" one girl came up to me and smiled. "yeah, sure, he's just probably a lunatic" i roll my eyes. "he sure is a hunk of a lunatic" ugh, she's a fan girl, "ew" i say backing up walking away.

I make my way back home, my cuts still hurt bad. Luckily my mother isn't home or she would have yelled at me for being outside after 5:30. I take that little note he gave me and threw it in the trash can next to my desk. I felt like it had no use. I take a shower cleaning up my cuts and bruises.

I lay in bed tossing and turning, that note has been keeping me up all night. I had to look in it, curiosity got the best of me. I dig threw the balls of paper in it and find the note. I open it and it reads

Hey pretty girl, you finally opened it didn't you? I gave you this so you can call me, call this number and i should answer

bye! xoxo Marlon

"ugh" i throw it back in the trash can. What a piece of trash, i really got all worked up about some paper, he probably was gonna give it to one of the girls who where chasing him anyway.

I climb back in bed pulling the covers over me, trying to get some sleep.

I hope y'all enjoyed this trash, i don't really like this i don't know if i'm gonna continue it anyway.❣️❣️🧚🏼‍♀️