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"Ohhhh, why did I do that?", Charles groaned before letting his head rest on his palm. Jackson could only chuckle as he sat the glass of water and the Advil down on the table in front of him in the common room. They were the only ones there because it was early Saturday morning after the party of the year and everybody was still pretty much asleep. They were only here because Charles' roommate was still asleep and they didn't want to disturb him and Jackson needed to be at training soon anyway.

Honestly, he wasn't sure how many players could be expected this morning; he would be surprised if Karev came. When Jackson had left the party, not long after his mysterious lady, Karev was still at it, flirting with all kinds of girls and downing shot after shot.

He wasn't in the mood to party anymore after the redhead had left rather abruptly, so he had decided to call it a night and head back to his dorm.

Soon after he had showered this morning Charles had called in desperate need to talk. Apparently his declaration hadn't gone as planned.

"How could I be so stupid?", Charles asked after taking a sip of his water and swallowing the pill. That statement in combination with Charles' pained expression was what made Jackson crack up in the end.

Charles flinched at the shrill sound while simultaneously shooting his friend a death glance, "This is not funny.", he said sternly.

"Oh yes, it is.", Jackson managed to say between laughs.

"Oh yeah?!", Charles spat out sarcastically, "And what did you accomplish last night? I don't think I saw you leaving with a girl."

Jackson instantaneously calmed down at that. For a moment he considered telling Charles about his mysterious lady, he knew he could trust him with that but it somehow felt wrong as though the memory would lose the special feeling when he told someone about it, as if it got tainted if he shared it with someone even if that someone was his best friend who he had known his whole life.

"No.", he replied calmly before stirring the topic back to the initial problem, "So what did she exactly say?"

"Nothing."

"What do you mean 'nothing'? She must have said something.", he questioned confused.

Charles shook his head defeated before admitting, "She left. I told her that I had a crush on her since I first met her, that I'm in love with her and she just left."

"Well, she didn't reject you. It could have gone worse.", Jackson said trying to stay positive.

"Worse?", Charles exclaimed incredulously, "You should have seen her expression man. She was terrified.", he let out a loud, long sigh while leaning back against the cushions, "I shouldn't have said anything."

"Dude, you've had a crush on her for what, three years now. It was time to finally man up and tell her how you feel."

"We've been friends and now I ruined that. I've been so stupid. That's my entire fault…," Charles stopped and it was clear that he was thinking about something before he suddenly snapped, "That's wrong! It's your fault!"

"How is that my fault?!", Jackson exclaimed confused.

"You should have stopped me. As my best friend that's your duty.", Charles told him clearly satisfied with his explanation.

"I was only encouraging you… as your best friend.", Jackson added with special emphasis but the other man simply continued to send him a steely look.

"Okay..,", he eventually relented, "There's no point in arguing whose fault it was. Instead we should focus on fixing the problem. You should talk to her."

Charles sighed once again before he said, "I've already tried that. She won't answer my calls and she isn't texting me back."

"Maybe she's still asleep.", Jackson tried only to be met with a look that clearly said 'Are you kidding me?', "Maybe you should give her some time…", the lack of a response spoke volumes, "Okay, try talking to a friend of hers, someone that could put in a good word for you."

Charles straightened up at that suggestion, a fact that made Jackson let out a breath of relief.

"I could try texting April.", he offered.

"April?", Jackson questioned. She was probably part of Charles' friends and he could vaguely remember him bringing up the name one or two times but he had no idea who she actually was.

"Yeah, she's Reed's best friend. They're roommates and practically inseparable. If Reed's going to listen to anyone then it's her.", Charles explained before taking another gulp of water.

"And does that April like you?"

"I think so.", Charles replied slightly irritated furrowing his eyebrows, "I mean we've been friends since we started college."

"That's good. Try talking to her maybe she'll help you with Reed.", Jackson told him while he looked down on his watch, "Look, I gotta go. Stick to that plan and don't do anything stupid."

"Oh, I won't.", Charles said as Jackson made his way over to the door, "I'll lock myself up in my room for the rest of the weekend finishing my term paper."

"Sounds like a plan."

To say that Jackson was surprised when Alex Karev entered the locker room that morning was an understatement. He definitely hadn't expected that his friend would show up after last night. That fact was also displayed on his face and the reason why Alex asked, "Why are you staring at me like that?", clearly annoyed.

"I'm just surprised that you're here. I mean you're were still going at it when I left.", Jackson explained turning back to his chubby and taking out his deodorant.

"Yeah, so …?", Alex asked irritated. Although he came to the training that early in the morning it was obvious that he wasn't in the best mood. He was probably having a nasty hangover, "Besides, you left pretty earlier. What was that even about?"

"I wasn't in the mood to party.", Jackson told his friend as he slipped his shirt over his head.

"In the mood? What is that supposed to mean?"

"Let's just say that Izzie Stevens was pretty exhausting.", he said avoiding the true reason. It wasn't a lie either.

"Dude, she had the hots for you. You could've easily screwed her.", Jackson slightly flinched at Alex's crass word choice. Even after three years of knowing him he still wasn't used to it.

"She isn't my type.", he told the other man. What he didn't tell him was the fact that his type was petite redheads with freckles and sparkling eyes since yesterday evening.

"Your bad. That way she ended up in my bed.", Alex told him smugly. Jackson wasn't sure if he was disgusted or surprised by that new information.

"It was really good by the way. She's a freak in the sheets.", Karev wore a smug smirk while telling him that making him shudder.

"I never wanted to know that.", he mumbled under his breath. He definitely needed to change the topic but the only thing he could think of was his mysterious lady and how he had no idea who she was. While he had no desire to discuss their meeting with Karev he was aware of the fact that the guy knew pretty much everyone on campus and was therefore his best shot at finding out who she was.

"Do you happen to know any redheads?", he asked cautiously not facing his friend.

"Why? Did you hopelessly fall in love with one at the party?", Alex questioned mockingly. Jackson chose to ignore him afraid that he would admit that exactly that happened if he opened his mouth.

"Whatever.", Alex commented at the lack of response but answered anyway, "The only redhead I know is Professor Montgomery-Shepherd and it better not be her because I understand you, she's hot and all, but she's got a husband and trust me that can only end ugly."

"No, it's not her!", Jackson stated irritated.

"Well maybe you could give more information about that girl then I could help you.", Alex retorted just as annoyed. Luckily he was prevented from asking any further when their coach appeared in their locker room starting to rant about the fact that at least a handful of players were missing.

He knocked three times on the door before Charles roommate George O'Malley opened it sleepy, "Charles, your boyfriend came to pick you up for class.", the guy called out into the room before walking back to his bed.

Charles was rooming with George since they started college. George was studying web design or something like that and was also part of Charles' group of friends. When he wasn't still half-asleep like right now he was a nice guy. He had provided them with snacks more than once when they pulled an all-nighter and he was just as geeky as Charles.

"Go back to bed.", Percy told his roommate as he grabbed his backpack and made his way over to Jackson.

"Already on my way.", George replied as he feel face first onto his bed.

Jackson chuckled slightly as Charles only shook his head before closing the door behind them, "Let's go."

"So, you talked to April?", Jackson asked as they walked over the campus towards their lecture.

"Yeah… she said she'll do what she can.", his best friend answered defeated.

"That's not bad.", the pretty boy told him trying to sound as positive as possible.

"Not bad?! She also said that Reed was furious and that I should give her some time to calm down. Apparently she's confused and needs time to 'organize her feelings'.", Charles even used air quotes to put a special emphasis on the last part.

"And after she did that she'll realize that she wants you just as much as you want her.", Jackson encouraged his friend who didn't look too convinced.

"She calls me Charlie, Jackson. Nobody who is attracted to someone calls them 'Charlie'."

"So, my mom calls you Charlie.", Jackson retorted before thinking about what he was saying. It didn't take him long though to realize what the result of that logic would be, "Forget what I just said.", he told him slightly shaking his head in disgust.

"That would be better for everyone, Jackie."

They continued to walk in silence until Charles came to an abrupt halt. Jackson took a few more steps before he registered that his friend had stopped. Confused he turned around while he asked his friend, "What's wrong?"

"She's there.", he whispered as though Reed could hear him. Jackson turned back around furrowing his eyebrows in concentration as he scanned the campus.

"I don't see her."

"She's right over there talking to April.", Charles said as he tilted his head into the direction.

Jackson's eyes continued to flit over the campus until they landed on the one person he didn't expect to see. His sharp intake went unnoticed by his best friend who was too occupied with staring at Reed.

She was even more beautiful in the daylight, his mysterious lady. Her hair seemed to shine in the sunlight and even though there was a distance between them he could see her wonderful eyes and how soft her skin looked.

A few more moments passed before he noticed that she was talking to someone. He was barely able to take his eyes off her to figure out with who she was having a conversation but he when he did he was surprised that it was none other than Reed Adamson. It took him another minute to put one and one together but as he did so he realized that maybe he should have asked Charles instead of Karev.

His mysterious lady was April.

So Jackson finally knows who she is. Next time there's going to be some interaction between them. Also I've got some exciting plans for the other characters as well. George was already introduced in this chapter and there are more to come. Thanks for reading! Please leave a review!