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Waking up bright and early the next morning, I made it to his bus stop with plenty of time to spare, so I could chat with my new pain in the ass.
“Jackson!” I hollered, dragging his attention from his friends.
“Ooooohhhh weeee!” they chanted and cheered, noticing immediately who I was.
Boys.
Jackson was the only one who seemed genuinely caught off guard by me standing several feet away from them. Putting enough distance between us to confront him in private. They were all proudly wearing football jerseys, thinking they were the shit.
Ah, so Jackson was a football star…
The little shit smirked as if he could read my mind while eyeing a girl around his age who was standing with her own friends, further away from him. He arrogantly winked at her before making his way over to me with the same swagger of a man.
Was he trying to make her jealous?
With me?
What the hell was that?
When he greeted me a little too loudly with, “Hey, baby, you here to dance for me and my friends?” I knew exactly what he was trying to pull.
“Why don’t you show them the moves you’ve been perfecting with Dance Revolution on your Xbox.”
His eyes widened, and his face turned a bright shade of red.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Was that a secret? Jackson if you needed dance lessons you could have just asked me. No need to film me to learn a few moves.”
“Shut up,” he warned under his breath.
“But, Jackson? What am I going to do with this new dance footage I have for you?” I didn’t have any new footage for him, but he didn’t have to know that. “I’m only trying to help you find the rhythm you’re obviously lacking based on the level your game is at. Beginners 101—”
He stepped toward me. “I mean it, shut your mouth, Camila.”
“Oh, so you do know my name?” I replied in a much softer tone. “I couldn’t tell with how many times you called me Mary Poppins in the comments section.”
“What do you want?”
“Take the video down or I’ll out you to your friends with how many dancing games you really do have.”
“It’s not what you think.”
“Hey, guys—”
“They were my mom’s,” he interrupted, rendering me speechless. “I’ll take it down, alright? Now leave.”
“Jackson, did you just say they were your mom’s?”
“I said, leave. You don’t know shit.”
“I’m just trying to help.”
“Then why don’t you go shake your ass on a pole where you belong, instead of at my house where nobody wants you.”
I frowned, unable to form words. Swallowing hard, I watched him walk away. Feeling at a loss.
Jackson: 1
Me: 0
