Chapter 8
Interruptions
I waited for the late bell to ring for class to get started. This whole weekend just confused me. Me, finding out about Jackson and Chantel's date, having that dream about Jackson and Chantel macking near the beach, Jackson somewhat forcing himself on me after I showered. It's just so confusing.
Then, Jackson thinking he did something wrong just tried to be sweet to me the rest of the weekend. I knew I couldn't get myself to tell Jackson about these nightmares, but maybe I should actually tell Chantel about my relationship with Jackson. It was just to give her a clear picture that Jackson is mine and not hers.
I sighed. This is just stupid. Why did I even keep in the fact that Jackson and I are a thing? I mean yeah I am still a little shy when it comes to admitting about our relationship. Heck, I don't even know if Mr. Stewart knows about us.
I put my hands over my face, leaning against the table and shook my head in frustration. This is seriously hard for me right now.
"Lilly!"
I cringed to the sound of her voice as she called my name. How her voice always sounds so perky ever single time of day, it's like she's never sad. I would think she was always high on something or whatever.
I removed my hands from my face, throwing a fake smile on my face and looked at Chantel.
"Hey Chantel." I replied softly and she sat down next to me, dropping her purse on the ground and her books on her table. She brushed her shoulders, pushing away a few strands of hair and faced me
"How was your weekend?" She asked and then reached for her purse, pulling out a mirror from it.
"It was okay. How was yours?"
"It was fun." She replied and did a touchup on her lip gloss, applying a new layer to her lips.
I felt a little irritated by how she rather check herself out other than look at me. So I decided to ask her about her little thing with Jackson on Saturday. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I'm just desperate to know!
"So…" I started finally gaining her attention. She dropped her things into her purse and looked at me, smiling.
"Yes?"
"I hear you're going on a date with Jackson, what's up with that?" I asked casually, as if I didn't care.
"Yup. We were talking about Hannah Montana and how much I loved her new song, Make Some Noise, and so he offered to bring me to a concert and I accepted. He's pretty hot too so yeah; I'm going on a date with him on Saturday." She nodded as her smile grew bigger.
"Oh, yeah, cool." I sighed and lowering my gaze to the table. I tapped my fingers against the table feeling impatient.
"Yeah, I can't wait. Anyway, I hear your sophomore banquet is next week, are you going?" She asked me and I shook my head.
"I don't want to go. Oliver and Miley are going toge-"
"Oliver and Miley? Wouldn't you be mad at Miley for going with him? I thought she had Ray Ray?" Chantel sounded confused and I rolled my eyes. I have no idea on what she's talking about.
"No, why would I be? Also Ray Ray is going to this band thing on that day so Oliver asked her." I said as I took my drink from the ground and twisted the cap and started to drink.
"Well, you are with Oliver, aren't you?" She said with a little confusion in her voice.
My eyes widened and I started to choke on my drink as soon as I heard that. I put my drink down on the table, covering my mouth from spitting my drink out. I started hitting my chest and took a deep breath. "What the hell? No! I'm not dating Oliver!" I coughed out, trying to get my drink down.
"Are you okay?" She asked as she patted my back. "If you're not with Oliver, then you're dating Stephen…"
"No, I'm not dating any of them!" I snapped and shook my head. My face felt hot and I knew then it was red from choking n my drink. I took deep breaths trying to calm myself down before talking to Chantel again.
"I'm not going to the banquet. It's not my sort of thing." I started to feel irritated. How could she think I was dating them when I'm always with Jackson? I would think that I was more with Jackson than any of the other boys. This is just so confusing.
"That's weird, I would think you were with one of them, they are good for you and all." She removed her hand from my back and raised it to her eyelevel, looking at her cuticles.
"Well, I'm not with any of them. They're just my friends and you can be good friends with a boy you know."
"Yeah I know that." She looked at me, flashing me a smile.
I thought it felt like a right time to tell Chantel that I am with Jackson now. "You know what? I'm actually-" I started, but soon the bell rang, with the bell going over my voice. Senorita Ryan came in and dropped her things on the table.
"I'm going ou-"
"Quiet, you have an exam today so take out a pen or a pencil. Put away anything on your table and we will begin." She said and I sighed.
Why is it that every time I have to tell someone a very important thing, something interrupts me? It's like ever single time someone has something important to say, when they actually have the guts to say it that is, someone freaking interrupts them and then they can't say it anymore.
I shook my head and moved my books on my table as Senorita Ryan passed out the papers.
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I sat on Miley's bed in her room. We got to Miley's house about an hour ago and I really needed to relax. The whole day went by so slowly and all I wanted to do was sleep, but I had to stay with Miley, even if she wasn't talking to me.
I heard from Chantel herself that she's going on a date Jackson and she seemed rather happy about it. I just wonder why Jackson didn't tell me about it. I heard it myself that they were going out, but him keeping secrets from me, I thought we were going to tell each other everything. Maybe I should slow things down even more with Jackson. I need to think things out about our relationship and I'm afraid that if I won't be careful, then I would probably screw things up with Jackson and he'll definitely go for Chantel.
God, Chantel. It's like ever since I had those dreams/nightmares, she's screwing up my mind, making me think that stupid things are going to happen between Jackson and her. This is not healthy; I should stop thinking about this.
Miley was on the phone with Ray Ray and I was just getting bored of her repeatedly laughing and saying "Ohmygosh" and "I own you". They were cute at times, but they were only friends and right now, they're irritating me.
"Ohmygosh, are you serious?" Miley said and I covered my ears, getting even more annoyed.
Jackson's constant make out and groping sessions are way better than hearing Miley talk on the phone and ignore me. I rolled my eyes and decided to pay Jackson a visit to see how he was doing with the project.
"Miley." I whispered and she ignored me, laughing at the phone.
"Miley!" I said a little louder and she shot me a deadly look.
'What?' She mouthed out and I smiled.
"I'm going to see Jackson. Bye!" I got off the bed as she rolled her eyes at me, continuing her conversation with Ray Ray.
I got out of her room, going across the hall to Jackson's room. As much as I hate him for not telling me about his date with Chantel, I just wanted to spend time with him. I opened the door seeing Jackson on his computer, typing something out.
"Hey." I said and he turned on his chair, looking at me and smiled.
"Hello Beautiful."
I giggled and moved to sit on his bed. I didn't want to distract him from his work, but he came over and sat next to me.
"How's the project going?" I asked and he put his arm at my side, pulling me close to him.
"Tiring." He muttered and kissed my cheek.
"Are you almost finished with it?" I asked and he shook his head, laying his back to the bed.
"I have a lot to do." He groaned and I lie beside him on my side and set my hand on his stomach.
"Yeah, I would think that you had a lot done since you and Chantel do help each other out with your projects. Unless there's something you want to tell me?" I asked, saying Chantel's name in a bitter way.
It just makes me angry that he still didn't tell me that he's working with Chantel. It's like he doesn't want to tell me what kind of relationship he's holding with Chantel and it's bugging me. I just want to ask him about it, but I can't. I'm afraid that he'll think I'm being too childish and that's the last thing I want him to think of me. Next think I know he might even actually leave me just because he thinks that Chantel is older and prettier.
"She's just a friend, don't worry about it." He said as if he could sense my insecurity. "Yeah, we've been helping each other out, but wait till you're a senior; it's going to take you forever to do it." He put his hand over my hand that was on his stomach and squeezed it.
"Okay, I get it." I set my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. Maybe, if they are just friends, that don't stop anything since Chantel does like him, more like thinks that he's "hot".
He took my hand, lifting it up, and kissed it. "Next week…" He started and I lifted my head up, looking at his him.
"What about next week?" I asked and he kissed my hand once more.
"Three months, 14, remember?" He asked and I was a bit startled. Worrying about Chantel has made me forgotten that we reach 3 months into our relationship on Monday.
I could just remember the day he asked me to be his girlfriend. It was on Valentines Day and it was right after my date with Stephen. The reasons he gave me on why I should date him was cute and I really loved him for it. Since we didn't want anyone to know about us, we wanted it to be our little secret and we definitely grew addicted to each other.
I smiled to the little memory and moved up on the bed giving Jackson a light kiss. "How could I forget about that?"
He chuckled and stroked my hair. "Is there anything in particular you want to do on that day?"
"Nope, surprise me." I replied and kissed his neck.
"Mm… I think I know what we could do." He replied and I smiled, as I continued kissing his neck.
I slid my hand into his shirt, stroking his smooth chest and down his stomach to his nicely toned abs.
"Lilly we cant now…" He said and I kissed him, with my hand repeatedly stroking his stomach. He put his hand over mine, to get me to stop it and he pushed me away.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked as I furrowed my eyebrows, giving him a confused look. It's not that he's never pushed me away before. He usually takes advantage of the time we have and now he's actually stopping. He's seriously changing.
"We can't do this now, just don't worry about it. Chantel is coming over for a project and the room would probably smell by the time she comes over." He chuckled.
I rolled my eyes as he said Chantel and thought about what he said with a smell. "What smell? I don't notice a smell." I set my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat.
"Everything has a smell, just don't worry about it." He put his arm around my shoulder, holding onto me tight.
It felt nice being close to him like this, especially when we're just talking and doing nothing. We can relate in so much, but at times, I think he gets bored of me. It just makes me think how long will Jackson stay with me until he gets tired of me. He's leaving for college in just a month and I don't even know which college he's going to. I know that he'd rather date someone at his level than someone like me. You hear all those crazy college stories about people hooking up, one night stands, and getting drunk. It just makes me think, would Jackson be that type of person?
"Jackson?" I asked and he squeezed my shoulder, telling me that he was listening.
"Yes my love?"
"What's going to happen to us while you're in college?"
"What do you mean? Nothing's going to happen between us because I like the way we are."
I looked up at him and he smiled.
"I can't just forget the one person I really care for, I love you." He said and I couldn't help, but smile. He just knew what to say and I just hope that what he says is true; that we're going to be the way we are now.
I smiled to back at him and put my hand up, slipping it under his head, pressed my lips against his. He kissed me back, pulling me on him as things started to go further. His hands stroking my back, my hands running through his hair, our legs tangled, lips parted, tongues touching, it felt like the right time to do anything now.
Then there was a knock on the door and I jerked away from of Jackson, breathing heavily. His hands moved away from my back as I rolled off him.
"Shit." I said under my breath and sat up. I looked at Jackson and he had his eyes closed, breathing in heavily as well.
"Jackson, it's Chantel, can I come in?" We could hear her say.
I huffed. Interrupting people while they're doing something is rude, but then again, it was good that the knock interrupted us. If we led on and actually did something while I'm vulnerable like this, then I'd probably be in a bad situation. This sort of reminded me that I told myself I wouldn't do anything like this until I sort everything out. Man, I'm so confused.
I got off Jackson's bed and smoothened out my hair and clothes before going to the door and opening it. Jackson was already back at his seat at the computer, working on his project when I let her in.
"Hey Chantel." I said and she eyed me suspiciously before entering the room.
"Hey Lilly… and Jackson." She set her bags on Jackson's bed and walked over to Jackson.
A/N Interesting. Anyway, hope you liked it, I'm not really happy with how it went. Well, there are a lot of stuff in here that gives off clues in what will happen in future chapters now that I think of it. Hmm.
I'm sorry, I could've updated this earlier, but yeah, I couldn't really think because I'm sick and I got caught up reading this book and apparently alerts aren't working. Grr.
I'm going to ask one last time, and this is my last time asking. I just want to make sure lol.
Oliver or Stephen.
Next chapter: J/C date/concert.
