need to go home?” he asked, appearing to be considerate.
Making a face at him, I blurted, “No!”
“Did you fall or something?” he questioned.
Rolling my eyes, I fussed, “I guess, something like that,” as I recalled losing my balance after hitting the table.
With a light sigh Jackson leaned his head toward me, saying, “I can take you to my house some other time.”
And there it was.
As Jackson continued his sympathetic gaze, I sat up tall. Hert and I understood each other when it came to these matters. In fact, when we were kids we used to compare bruises and of course Hert always came out ahead. Emerson, although he probably had never been in trouble a day in his life, was understanding and never pushed for an explanation. That was just his way. There was no way Jackson would or could understand and already I could tell no normal guy wanted a damaged girl.
Shaking my head with a slight laugh, I shared, “You don’t have to be nice about it. I understand.”
Confusion spread across his face as he asked, “What am I being nice about?”
“If you don’t want to …” I started to reply before he stopped me, asking, “Do you have anything important in your classes today?”
Shaking my head, I answered, “No. Why?”
“You wanna skip?” he asked.
Shrugging, I questioned, “You’re gonna skip?”
“No, you are. I mean if you want to. I don’t have classes today,” he replied.
Confused, I asked, “Then why are you here?”
Smiling wide, Jackson informed, “So I can see you.”
I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling wide.
Tilting his head to the side, Jackson asked, “Is that a yes?”
With a soft smile I nodded.
When Jackson left to tell Emerson we were leaving, I assumed Em would tell Hert. After a brief thought of, ‘I am going to get in so much trouble for this’, I wondered where we would go. It was crazy how happy Jackson made me. His smile was so infectious, it was nearly impossible for me not to be happy around him. Glancing out of his truck window, I watched him jog back to the truck.
As he got back in he asked, “You ready?”
Nodding, I scooted right next to him. Jackson quickly kissed my cheek before starting up his truck. Placing his arm around me, he pulled out of the school parking lot.
Driving down the road, Jackson asked, “Still up for wherever I wanna take you?”
“That depends on what you plan to do when we get there,” I replied.
“Whatever you let me,” he assured with a smile.
Shaking my head and rolling my eyes at him, I wondered where he would take me that he hadn’t taken another girl before.
When we came upon a little wooded area, Jackson pulled his truck between some trees and pulled around to a small clearing. Leaning back slightly, I gave him a suspicious look.
Stopping the truck, he pulled the keys out of the ignition, saying, “No, this isn’t a place I take girls to,” before sharing, “My house isn’t far from here. My cousins and I used to wander around back here.”
Smiling back, I raised an eyebrow, asking, “So why are we here?”
Leaning in, he kissed me before saying, “I didn’t know where else to take you, you’re supposed to be at school.”
Taking a deep breath, I nodded, wondering if that was the only reason.
“Look, I’m just gonna say it. If you fell or had an accident okay, but if someone did that to you, Ren that’s not okay,” Jackson informed.
Scowling, I snapped, “Is that why you brought me out here? So you can question me some more?”
“No, I…” he started before I slid over and hopped out of his truck.
Why was this so important to him? I walked to the back of his truck. I didn’t have to put up with this. Why couldn’t he just be happy I wanted to skip school to make out with him and not care about anything else? What happened to the guy everyone said was just after one thing? Where was that guy? That’s who I said yes to. Leaning against the tailgate, I wished I had just
Making a face at him, I blurted, “No!”
“Did you fall or something?” he questioned.
Rolling my eyes, I fussed, “I guess, something like that,” as I recalled losing my balance after hitting the table.
With a light sigh Jackson leaned his head toward me, saying, “I can take you to my house some other time.”
And there it was.
As Jackson continued his sympathetic gaze, I sat up tall. Hert and I understood each other when it came to these matters. In fact, when we were kids we used to compare bruises and of course Hert always came out ahead. Emerson, although he probably had never been in trouble a day in his life, was understanding and never pushed for an explanation. That was just his way. There was no way Jackson would or could understand and already I could tell no normal guy wanted a damaged girl.
Shaking my head with a slight laugh, I shared, “You don’t have to be nice about it. I understand.”
Confusion spread across his face as he asked, “What am I being nice about?”
“If you don’t want to …” I started to reply before he stopped me, asking, “Do you have anything important in your classes today?”
Shaking my head, I answered, “No. Why?”
“You wanna skip?” he asked.
Shrugging, I questioned, “You’re gonna skip?”
“No, you are. I mean if you want to. I don’t have classes today,” he replied.
Confused, I asked, “Then why are you here?”
Smiling wide, Jackson informed, “So I can see you.”
I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling wide.
Tilting his head to the side, Jackson asked, “Is that a yes?”
With a soft smile I nodded.
When Jackson left to tell Emerson we were leaving, I assumed Em would tell Hert. After a brief thought of, ‘I am going to get in so much trouble for this’, I wondered where we would go. It was crazy how happy Jackson made me. His smile was so infectious, it was nearly impossible for me not to be happy around him. Glancing out of his truck window, I watched him jog back to the truck.
As he got back in he asked, “You ready?”
Nodding, I scooted right next to him. Jackson quickly kissed my cheek before starting up his truck. Placing his arm around me, he pulled out of the school parking lot.
Driving down the road, Jackson asked, “Still up for wherever I wanna take you?”
“That depends on what you plan to do when we get there,” I replied.
“Whatever you let me,” he assured with a smile.
Shaking my head and rolling my eyes at him, I wondered where he would take me that he hadn’t taken another girl before.
When we came upon a little wooded area, Jackson pulled his truck between some trees and pulled around to a small clearing. Leaning back slightly, I gave him a suspicious look.
Stopping the truck, he pulled the keys out of the ignition, saying, “No, this isn’t a place I take girls to,” before sharing, “My house isn’t far from here. My cousins and I used to wander around back here.”
Smiling back, I raised an eyebrow, asking, “So why are we here?”
Leaning in, he kissed me before saying, “I didn’t know where else to take you, you’re supposed to be at school.”
Taking a deep breath, I nodded, wondering if that was the only reason.
“Look, I’m just gonna say it. If you fell or had an accident okay, but if someone did that to you, Ren that’s not okay,” Jackson informed.
Scowling, I snapped, “Is that why you brought me out here? So you can question me some more?”
“No, I…” he started before I slid over and hopped out of his truck.
Why was this so important to him? I walked to the back of his truck. I didn’t have to put up with this. Why couldn’t he just be happy I wanted to skip school to make out with him and not care about anything else? What happened to the guy everyone said was just after one thing? Where was that guy? That’s who I said yes to. Leaning against the tailgate, I wished I had just
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