Monday April 17
9:19am
SCHOOL

Jackson POV

"You're dead, Wilson!" I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and slammed him against the lockers.

"The hell do you want?" He spat as he shoved me back.

"How dare you," I said through gridded teeth, "how dare you make that girl believe you actually care about her then break her heart just like you did before!" I slammed him back against the locker.

"What's it to you?" He shoved me back. "You have no reason to care for that bitch—"

I slammed him against the locker again, shutting him up.

"Id watch my mouth if I were you," I growled, and eyed his black eye which he probably got from Zach. "You've already gotten a beating and I won't hesitate to give you another."

"Why?" The asshole smirked. "You've got the hots for Brooklyn?" He laughed, "that's cute. I don't blame you though, that girl can work magic with her hands—"

"You can shut your dirty-ass mouth or you'll be dead by next period!" I yelled.

Cameron caught me off guard by punching me in the face, square in the jaw.

"Just drop it," he told me, "Brooklyn's convinced me she's nothing but a damn dyke—"

Before I realized what I was doing, my fist made contact with his left cheek and I heard a crack.

Cameron looked at me with fire in his, ready to jump on me at any second.

"Cameron!"

We both froze at the sound of her voice.

"What time is it?" Cameron growled, "bitch o'clock?"

"I dare you to say that one more time—"

"Jackson," my head snapped in her direction. She was sending me a warning look.

"What do you want?" Cameron demanded her and I clenched my fists from the tone he was using with her.

"For you two to stop fighting." She eyed Cameron, "I think you should leave,"

"Fine," he spat at her then turned to me. "I'll beat your ass when she's not around."

Once he was out of sight she turned to me.

"You shouldn't be picking fights," she told me.

"He deserves it," I tried to reason.

"It's not right," she shook her head.

I sighed. "You're impossible, you know that?"

She smiled. "So I've been told."

For a moment we both stood there until I decided to speak.

"It's my fault things are so awkward between us." I shook my head.

"Things aren't awkward." She frowned. "We'll figure it all out."

"I really hope so because Brooklyn I have messed everything up and I don't want to mess this up—"

"You won't mess up," she assured me.

"What are you going to do about Cameron?" I asked, changing the subject.

She smiled. "He can go fuck himself with a cactus