Maya's POV:

He won't talk to me. Jackson won't talk to me. He won't even acknowledge me. I don't know what I did. I don't even know if he's mad at me. Why would he be mad at me though? After that night he hasn't talked to me since or even look at me and it's been a week....a whole week. I'm so confused. I thought we were friends. He just takes me places and stands there now. He don't even make eye contact with me. He acts as thought I'm not even here. Now here I am laying in bed at three am thinking about why he won't acknowledge me. Have I done something wrong? I get out of bed and decide to sleep on my balcony, maybe I'll actually be able to fall asleep.

I stare up at stary night sky lost in my own thoughts. I really don't know why he's acting like this. It's like he's distancing himself from me. I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow when I have to face him. I'll probably just stay in my room all day like I've been doing for the last thee days. I even asked my dad if he knew what was up. His simple answer was no. I can't believe once I finally make a friend I lose him within the next couple days. I finally feel my eyes start to grow heavy.

I wake up from the sound of birds and crickets. The suns is barley out yet. I walk back into my room to take a shower. After I'm done I decide just wear some leggings and a sweatshirt. I don't feel like doing anything today anyways. I start some school work because why not. Midway through my history assignment my dad walks in.

"There will be a party here in two days" he says. I know what he means by party all these mafia men want is strippers and alcohol. I usually leave for the night when they have these 'parties' and go to a hotel. "Jackson will take you to the hotel in the city." I nod my head.

"He won't even acknowledge me dad" I say sadly "he was my only friend and now I don't have one." I know my dad can tell I'm upset.

"He'll come around just give him some time". I shake my head before laying back on my bed. "Have all you stuff packed by tomorrow night you'll be leaving that morning" and with that he walks out. My stomach starts growling at me so I take that as a sign to go get some food.

I walk downstairs and see Jackson as soon as he sees me he gets up and leaves. I feel sadness wash over me. I really don't understand what I did to him. I walk in the kitchen and ask Brenda if she'll make me some chicken and vegetables. She gets started right away.

"Just call me when it's done I'm going back to my room" I tell her. She nods her had as I'm walking out of the kitchen. I feel my eyes start to water as I make my way to my room. I really don't have anybody I think to myself. My dad is always working I don't have a mom. I don't have any friends. This isn't healthy for me. I'm always alone. No one ever ask me how I am or about something I find interesting. No one wants to get to know the real me. They only stay for the people around me.

After I ate my dinner I decided to take a nap. Yes, I sleep a lot what else am I suppose to do. Before falling asleep I watch some random videos of Indian men building a house from scratch. Does anyone else find themselves on THAT side of YouTube? No just me....okay.

By the time I wake up from my "nap" it's already half past nine. I sigh before pulling out my sketch pad and drawing. I use to draw a lot. I don't know why I quit. I draw a simple rose and shade it in with some colored pencils. I turn the page and start drawing again. I don't even realize I'm drawing Jackson till I pay close attention. Ugh....get out of my head dude. I draw his mask and bright blue eyes. Maybe he hates me. That's probably why he won't come near me other than when he has to.

I go out a sit in my balcony. I bring my knees to my chest and look out into the open field. I use to dream of having a big family with lots of children. Now I'm almost in my twenties and ain't allowed to leave the house. I wonder what it's like to me married. All the men around me old. All mafia men are old and gross. I've read mafia stories before and they make the guys sound like Greek gods when in real life they're old and wrinkly.

I know I won't be going to sleep anytime soon. I start scrolling through my feed on Instagram. Look at all these celebrities pretty, skinny, and rich they got the whole damn package. I wonder if Jackson is up. Maybe I should check.

Don't ask why I did this it was in the heat of the moment. I walk to his bedroom door. I debate if I should knock or not. I knock very quietly I doubt he even heard it. I start walking away when I hear the door open. I freeze. Oh God. What do I do now. I can't run.....can I.

I slowly turn around. I'm greeted with a Jackson who looks wide awake.

"Hi, fancy seeing you here" I giggle. I giggle a lot when I'm nervous. He just looks at me. "I was wondering why you're ignoring me" I say boldly. I can see quilt flash across his face. "Well I've done heard you talk so you can talk ya know" I question him. He turns around and shuts the door in my face. Wow rude much. Well this is going to be a long week.

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Um so this is a filler chapter so it's a bit boring. You do get a little insight on what goes on in Maya Brain and that's good for character development 🤪 I promise next chapter will be longer and better I've been really busy with school and haven't really had time to write.
Also sorry for any errors in the writing I haven't got to edit it well yet!

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