Opposites Will Attract

Chapter 7

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Title: Opposites Will Attract
Chapter: 7/12
Word Count: 3451
Pairing: Melissa and Jackson
Author: Elven In Spirit
Fandom: Flight 29 Down
Disclaimer: If I owned it, Taylor would have stayed a bitch, Melissa would have been stronger, and Jackson would have liked Melissa from the very beginning.
Summary: Melissa is surprised one morning with a new addition to the family. He's rude, and he likes to taunt her. But nevertheless, she feels something other than hate towards him.

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A/N: Hey guys, as you can see, I changed my Pen Name again. Sorry!! I'll try not to do it again for awhile, I just get bored easily. Anyhoo, this chapter will be in mostly Eric's POV because we need to know how he's feeling. Everyone please stop bugging me about the kiss, it will happen, I promise. Plus, I want things to heat up a bit more, so it won't be this chapter. Oh, one more thing: For any of you Twilight fans, I just published a story called False Protection. It would mean a lot to me if you guys would check it out on my Profile page. Oh, and another one more thing, I recommend this new story on the F29D page, it's called 29 Down, and a very interesting story. Not many people have reviewed, so I'm guessing that you've either just NOT reviewed or you haven't read it. But check both these stories out, who knows, you may like them.


Eric POV

I was standing at the stupid food table, wearing an uncomfortable tuxedo, sipping a glass of vodka. Although if anyone asked, it was water. The stupid suit was itchy, since it was new. I had always hated putting these things on. They didn't breathe very well, they were uncomfortable, and they looked dorky. But my suit, instead of black, was light blue, which was event dorkier. I had to fight extremely hard not to squirm in the suit, because then I would look strange.

Just then my eye caught the beautiful ocean-deep blue eyes of none other then the shallow Taylor Hagan. She batted her eyelashes a few times at me before turning back to her boyfriend, Nathan McHugh. I hated him. How could he of all people, catch the hottest fish in the Hartwell school of fish?! It was insane, he was not the kind of guy she went for. It was probably just because he was Class President. It would increase her popularity (if that were possible) and put her in Daddy's good graces. But she wouldn't dump him! And I think he knew that he wasn't the guy she was seeing. If he did he didn't seem to care.

A little ways from them was Daley Marin. Another one I hated. She was staring jealously at Nathan and Taylor, everyone but Nathan knew that she liked him. And when I say we, I mean the entire school... except for Nathan. I think he liked her too, he was just too stubborn to admit it as they had been arch-rivals since like, preschool. Next to her, trying desperately to get her attention, was her step-brother... Lex, I think. He was a little know-it-all 10-year-old who corrected everyone. It was annoying.

I sighed. This was my life. Now I honestly wouldn't have come if it wasn't for my mom, who wouldn't stop nagging me. I usually loved these kind of things, the food was good, and the girls were hot, and I could usually manage to coax one to two girls to join me in my bed for the night. I once even managed three!! Count it!! Of course, I was expert at making a girl moan. But it was getting harder and harder to enjoy those nights of pleasure. It was actually getting a little boring. Which I would never of thought possible. I mean, it was sex!! Who didn't love sex? Maybe it was because the one person I wanted sex from at the moment refused to let me.

Her.

She was more beautiful, in my opinion (although I'd never admit it) than anyone I had ever met. She was strange as well. She wore heavy make-up and covering clothes, and she seemed afraid of her father. Who's afraid of their dads? They do nothing but support you, I guess she was just a spoiled brat. As for the make-up, zits no doubt. And the clothes? Well at first I thought it was torture, I thought she was trying to seduce by being a tease. I thought she was playing hard to get when she refused to have sex with me. And she was a virgin. Virgins were the best, because no matter what happened, they would always remember you, because you were their first.

But she refused to get any farther that kissing. When I had lost my temper on her that fateful day, she totally lost it. Her eyes became shielded with fear, and she slid down to the floor, leaning against the floor. And if it wasn't for Jackson, that son of a bitch, I may have actually have gotten sex from Mel. She wasn't to good at dealing with pressure. But that stupid foster-kid had barged in on our private conversation, threatened me, his fists clenched. And with his reputation as a 'Bad Boy,' I didn't want to chance getting my ass kicked. So I backed down, and left with my tail between my legs. Just before I had reached the staircase, I had vaguely heard his soothing voice speaking to Melissa, whose tone was shaky.

Speaking of those two... there they were. Climbing out of a limo. Jackson looked like one of us, instead of some poor kid from the Chavez. Melissa... oh, Melissa... I had never seen her this way. Her dress hugged her figure flatteringly, while her face was without cover-up for once. I may have been farther from her, but it was easy to tell. And her face was lit up with a smile I had never seen before. And it was directed towards him. And he wasn't even her boyfriend!! I should be the one to make her smile like that!! But no, it was some kid from Chavez who acted rude and broody, why would Melissa like being around him? She was a beautiful, sunny girl, why would she hang with someone completely opposite to her?

I suspected that there was more going on with those two than just friendship. They had such obvious chemistry with each other. Many at school were commenting on it, mostly to me. It made my blood boil. And there was the way that Melissa just lit up when she was with him. I had started watching them at school... and listening to them. I wouldn't call it spying, per se, just... careful observation? And I could tell easily that Jackson had the hots for my girl. It was the way he gazed at her, almost as if he was examining a beautiful specimen. I was anxious to know Melissa's true feelings, however.

I stormed over there, towards the two of them. I was sick of their communication, it was too close for comfort. They didn't notice my loud, angry footsteps, but everyone else did. They stopped to stare at me as I continued my journey, my brow furrowing deeper and deeper with every step closer I took. I brushed past Taylor, provoking some swearing from the, both. Taylor looked offended, probably because someone like me, didn't take notice of someone like her. But I didn't notice them, my eyes were fixed solely on the two figures sipping on Sprite, huddled close and speaking in whispers.

"Melissa. Jackson." My tone was clipped and cold, my hands settling on my hips as I glared at the both of them. Their smiles faded when they saw me. Melissa's somber expression made my heart ache. But only just a little. "Melissa," I started again, "why didn't you tell me you had arrived? This is a couple event, you're supposed to spend the evening with me, not... him." Jackson glared fiercely at me when I gestured vaguely at me. His grip on his glass tightened.

"Since when do you tell her what to do?" He asked me coldly. Melissa looked at him, surprised. I stepped in front of him, our noses not even an inch away from each other.

"Since when do you question what I do, Chavez?" I asked him mockingly. His teeth gritted, and I saw a flash of danger cross his eyes. I was concentrating all my energy on not breaking this staring contest. I didn't think I could honestly take this guy in a fight... heck I doubt I could even last a minute. But I had a feeling that that was where this was going. And if it did... I would be in some deep shit.

"That's enough!" A voice snapped. I broke out of this trance and stepped away from Jackson. Melissa entered the space between the two of us, placed a hand on each of our chests, and pushed. Well, she had no luck with Jackson but she made me take a couple steps back. I noticed that Melissa then stood next to Jackson, instead of standing with me... you know... her boyfriend. It made it seemed like she was siding with him. Was she? She was scowling at me, which couldn't be a good sign.

"Eric." Her voice was cold. Bad sign, bad sign!! I thought frantically. But wasn't she supposed to take my side? I mean, once again, I am her boyfriend. "Will you please go away?" Her question didn't sound like one, it sounded like a command.

"Why?" I demanded, "I'm your boyfriend!!" I pointed out again, although this time aloud. Melissa looked at me funny,

"So?"

"So!? SO!?" I was flabbergasted. I stepped threateningly towards her, but Jackson wrapped an arm around her instinctively, and pulled her in close. The image of them both cuddled against each other entered my line of vision. And then Melissa did something that pushed me over the edge. She. Blushed. I was shaking with anger, and I stepped even closer to Melissa, despite Jackson's warning look. "You're my girlfriend, Melissa! Yet you're spending more time with this son of a drunken bitch." I was yelling now, and everyone was looking at us. But I didn't care. I saw Jackson fist jerk towards when I said 'drunken bitch.' I had heard the rumours. But Melissa grabbed his hand and held it firmly. My face contorted red with anger.

"Eric, you're embarrassing yourself and me," Melissa hissed at me, her face getting redder. I stared at her, did she really think I cared at this moment?!

"Dude. Back off, now." Jackson said to me tightly. That was it. I had had enough. I lunged for Jackson, who pushed Melissa away from him just in time. I vaguely heard Melissa screaming in the background and tugging at my arm. I shook her off before blocking out her voice and the other screaming voices and concentrated on hitting that bastard as hard as I could, who was strangely, not fighting back.


Melissa POV

"NO!! ERIC!!" I grabbed his arm, trying to pull him off of Jackson. I was panicking,everyone was screaming, if Jackson, fought back, he would be in major trouble. Eric roughly shook me off, knocking me to the ground, before letting his fists fall again and again on Jackson's face, who... wasn't moving. He was laying perfectly still while Eric pummeled him. He wasn't struggling, or trying to stop him, he was just... lying there, closing his eyes whenever Eric hit him.

I jumped to my feet, preparing to jump into the fight again. But someone grabbed me and wrapped one arm around my waist, while the other around my arms. Nathan. He shook his head once firmly, but I didn't stop struggling. Eric's father and mine stepped up to separate them. Mr. McGorrill grabbed Eric and pulled him off of Jackson roughly while my father helped Jackson up. I gasped, Jackson lip was split, and his face was covered in red splotches. My father muttered a few words to him and then shook his hand. Jackson nodded his head wearily.

Nathan finally let go of me and I immediately ran to Jackson and – on impulse – jumped into his arms. I hugged as hard as I could, pulling back when I heard him groan with pain. My hands gently ran over his various bruises, wincing when I felt how bad the swelling was and when he let out a quiet moan in pain. Vaguely I heard Eric trying to lunge at Jackson again, but was held back. I then realized that we were still standing in a half-embrace. His arms were around my waist while my hands caressed his face. I blushed again and stepped out of it.

"Are you okay?" I asked, before frowning. Of course he's not okay!! He just got his ass kicked in front of three hundred people!! I mentally scolded myself.

"I'm fine," he chuckled, apparently guessing my thoughts. His quiet laughter sent shivers down my back, shocking me. I blushed even a deeper red – if that was possible – and took another step back from him. I was avoiding his gaze, which was set intensely on me, making me nervous.

Grabbing his hand and leading him out of the crowd that surrounded us, I stopped suddenly in front of Eric. Jackson walked into me, not expecting me to stop. I winced slightly when he stepped on my heels, but he hastily stepped back with a muttered apology. I squared my shoulders and looked at Eric – who was still being held back by his father – his gaze boring into my eyes.

"I'm assuming you've already guessed what I'm about to do?" I asked him, when he shook his head, I rolled my eyes at his stupidity. "We're done." And with that final note, I pushed passed the rest of the crowd, leading Jackson into the mansion in front of us to look for some ice.


Jackson POV

"Ouch," Melissa sympathized. We were sitting in the spacious kitchen, me sitting on the marbled counter top, her standing in front of me, dabbing my face with a wet washcloth, cleaning my many wounds. I could tell she was proud of me for not fighting back, although she hadn't voiced it aloud. I'm not sure how I was even able to hold back, as I usually instinctively fight back when someone jumps on me. But I had this picture of a happy Melissa in my mind, and I knew that I would probably be taken away from her if I had fought back. And now that I had come to terms with my feelings for her, I would do anything to keep her happy. Strange, I know. I had never thought I would care this much about keeping a girl happy. But there you go. That's what love does to you my friends.

I couldn't stop staring at her. She had just ended her relationship with Eric – something that I had wanted for a while now – yet I couldn't help but feel a teensy bit guilty. She had broke up with him because of me, probably for other reasons as well but I had a suspicion that I had a big part in her decision. But also, she had done it – in a way – for me. And no one had ever done something this big for me. Ending a relationship is a big decision. But she had done it so quickly, now I only had to worry about Eric coming after me again.

I bit my lip, contemplating what to say. Melissa seemed to guess that I was feeling guilty, for she looked up at me and chuckled, sending warm shivers down my back. Her laugh was melodic, a musical sound that was beautiful to hear.

"Jackson, I was already going to break up with him. Him attacking you just... gave me the push I needed." She smiled up at me, making my heart ache. "Don't feel guilty... I'm – I'm proud of you for not fighting back. If you had... you probably would've been taken away from m – us. You could've been taken away from us." She blushed and ducked her head.

I smiled, hooking my finger under her chin and bringing it upward. I had to tell her how I felt about her. Eric was gone, now was my perfect chance, "Melissa, I-"

"Melissa?! Cody?!" Mr. Wu burst into the kitchen. I quickly let her chin go and Melissa handed me the washcloth. It occurred to me that she could've let me do it herself. Could that mean...? No, no, she was just concerned about me.

"Yeah Dad?"

"Have you seen your mother?" He asked her. I noticed that Melissa wasn't as scared around her father anymore I wondered if it was because of me...? Nah.

"No Dad I hav--"

A pleasure filled moan cut her off. All three of us looked at the kitchen cupboard strangely, where the moans seemed to be coming from. Mr. Wu stepped towards it, grasping the handle and yanking the door open. Guess what we saw. If you guessed Mrs. Wu... then you'd be correct.

Her top was off, and her bra was being unlaced by the man molded to her figure. Mr. McGorrill, Eric's Father. There limbs were all tangled together, their lips swollen. It looked like Mrs. Wu had been attempting to remove his sweater as it was all rumpled. Their eyes were wild with lust, their hair tangled and their breath haggard. Melissa and I turned our gazes to her father, just to see his reaction. Mr. Wu's face was hardening at the sight. Disgust curled his lips and hate overtook his eyes. I swore I saw tears glimmering in his eyes for a moment. Then he turned heel and was gone.

Melissa walked over to the closet and shut it, but not before muttering something that sounded surprisingly like 'bitch.' Then she walked over to me, accepted my hug, and started to cry.


A/N: Okay then, a few important elements in that chapter. I know you guys wanted a kiss, but,I warned you at the beginning of the chapter that there wouldn't be one. Eric was acting like a man-whore, which is a little OOC for him, but I needed it to be that way. If you see any mistakes, I'm sorry. I checked for them but it's late, and I'm exhausted. I will be away for like, three weeks so it will be awhile until I update. Sorry!! Please review!!