Jackson...just the thought of his name would give me wobbly knees. Whe did he have such an effect on me! This should be just a stupid little high school "crush"! Then...why did I care so much about him! It didn't matter anyways. He was in love with Taylor. He hadn't said anything persay...but the way they looked at each other...and the way his face just lit up when he saw Taylor coming...why didn't that happen when I walked to him...and...it just hurt. He told me that he wanted to wait...that he wasn't ready for a relationship on the island...but what was that thing he had with Taylor? Of course, there would always be an exception for Taylor. To be fair to her, she had gotten a lot nicer and a whole lot more mature. Besides, I had always known that what he had told me that day, that he liked me too, had been just said out pity. He pitied me. I just couldn't hold it in any longer...I had to cry..and so I did. I let tear after tear fall down the sides of my face...I poured out my soul to the waves crashing against the sand in front of me. Then...
"Melissa?"
I whipped around to see Jackson stepping out from behind some trees.
"Well, speak of the devil...", I accidently said out loud.
Jackson looked at me questioningly.
"What are you talking about Mel?", Jackson asked.
"Forget I even said that.", I muttered quickly, wiping away the remnants of my tears with my shirtsleeve.
"Is everything alright? You know you can tell me anything right?", he asked, concern shining through his eyes.
I wanted to burst into tears and feel him comfort me. I wanted to tell him nothing was alright anymore. I wanted to tell him how much I missed my family, my home. I wanted to tell him how worried I was that we we weren't going to be rescued and how lost and alone I felt. I especially wanted to tell him how much it hurt seeing him and Taylor constantly flirting with each other, I felt so uneeded. I wanted to tell him everything...
Instead, I got up, brushed the sand of my pants, muttered a quick, "I'm fine", gave him a small smile and practically ran opposite of the way he had come.