Jackson's POV:

After I took Maya some food I went back to my room. I'm worried about her, she seems stressed. I knew something was wrong when she started getting irritated at me. She never gets irritated at me.

I think about her constantly. There isn't a minute that goes by that I don't think of her. She's perfect. Every little thing about her draws me to her. I want to tell her how I feel but she's so young and innocent. She probably doesn't even know how she feels about me.

When I saw her earlier it broke my heart and how broken she looked. Her father told me she gets like this sometimes but he pushed it off like it was nothing and that really pissed me off. Does he not realize she could be depressed or God forbid but even sucidal. I know he loves her but he does not pay enough attention to her. You can tell that she's hurting.

I want to talk to her and tell her she can tell me anything but I don't want to be too pushy. She's never really had any friends, so she doesn't open up well to others. I want her to open up to me though. She's the only one I want to talk to me. I may hate everyone but I could never HATE her. I don't think it's love yet..... it's something but it's not love. I'll figure it out sooner or later.

I decide to take a shower.....cause why not. I peel my clothes off and hop in letting the warm water trickle down my chest. My thoughts are consumed my her. She wiggled her way into my life and she's not going anywhere anytime soon either.

She makes me think of things I shouldn't be thinking about considering she's my boss's daughter. She'll do things like bit her lip and don't even realize she's doing it. She'll always sway her hips when she walks.

I groan aloud thinking about her. I want her. I'm one hundred percent sure of that. I want her in my arms. I want her lips on mine.  I want her body on my body. I just want her all of her. She makes me smile and that don't happen often either. I want to tell her, but...... I can't believe I'm saying this....I'm scared. She makes me lose my mind.

I don't care. I'm MAKING her talk to me tomorrow. Damn, I sound whipped.

You are whipped Jackson get over it.

I am, I really am. But I'm whipped for her and that's all I care about. I want to talk to her right now but I know she needs space. She always seems so happy, I guess you never know when people are fighting battles of their own.

Slipping out of the shower and into some sweatpants. I make my way to my bed. I lay down and put my arms over my face.

I try and go to sleep emphasize on try. It took hours to finally close my eyes, Maya just had me worried about her. Once I finally got to sleep I woke up early the next morning.

It was 11 when I woke up and I never wake up that late. Maya normally wakes me up but she did not this time and it kind of made me upset. Of course I'd never let her know that. It hurts my ego that I depend on her so much. She don't even realize it either. Groaning I roll over and get out of bed. I pull on a tee shirt and make my way downstairs.

I see Maya and her father sitting at the island eating eggs and bacon.

"You finally got up" her father says to me "I was going to wake you up sooner but Maya begged me to let you sleep in" my lips turn upward at the mention of her name. I nod my head and grab a water from the fridge. I glance over at Maya and she avoids eye contact with me. I give her a confused look and walk away towards the living room. I hear footsteps and look up just in time to see Maya running up the steps towards her room.

Well..... that's weird.

The logical thing to do is follow her of course. Once I'm to her door I knock swiftly and get no answer. I open the door and see her at her desk looking down at a book.

"Hey" I say awkwardly. She turns and avoids eye contact again.

"Um hi" she coughs. I look at her strangely. I don't know why she's acting like this.

"What's wrong" I say confusion written across my face. "Why won't you look at me" I question with curiosity.

"Causeiwasmeantoyou" she says so quickly that I didn't catch it.

"Huh"

"Cause I was mean to you" she breathes out. "I was afraid you were mad at me for snapping at you last night. I was just in a bad mood and that didn't give me a reason to be rude and I thought about it all last night. And it made me feel bad. And I was worried I hurt your feelings and that you wouldn't talk to me again" she rambles I'm one breathe. I crack a smile at her.

"I am not mad at you" I say "in fact I was just worried about you."

"You were worried about me?" She questions "well no I feel even worse you were worried about me and I snapped at you acting like a maniac." She says looking disappointed in herself. I crack a small smile at her. I walk towards her and take her face in my hands.

"I promise I'm not mad at you" I say caressing her cheek with my thumb. "I was just worried about you" I admit feeling embarrassed. She places her hands over mine and smiles up at me.

"Are you sure you're not mad" she questions quietly.

"I'm very sure love" I promise. "I care about you Maya more than I should" I admit.

"I care about you too very much" she says smiling wildly. She cares about me too? She actually cares? No one has ever really cared.

I lean towards her and her eyes light up. I place my lips on her forehead and pull her towards my chest.

"You make me feel things I've never felt." I mumble.

"Good or bad things" she says her voice muffled in my shirt.

"Good things, definitely good things" I assure her.

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