Jackson's POV.

Anger. So much of it. All clogging my common sense. I don't even think I'm properly paying attention to the road as I speed down the pavement. I don't care at this point, though, the searing rage running through my veins is too much. I need to release it.

I screech to a sudden stop, eyeing the jam packed house. Whoever decided having a party on a Sunday night is beyond me, but at this point it's in my favor. It'll be easier to find the fucker that's touched what's mine. My feet hit the concrete as soon as my door opens, the sound of it slamming resonating through the darkness.

"Where's Tame?" I grab James by the collar, my words coming out hostile.

"He's in the back," he furrows his eyebrows. I let go of him, ready to feel the pain in my hands. "What are you doing here, Long?"

I shake my head, weaving myself through the mass of bodies as I make my way towards the back door. James still follows me, spouting out shit that I can't understand and don't care to.

I see the male right away, my body going rigid as I step in front of him. By the smug look on his face, I can tell he knows why I'm here. I really hope he's still smiling when I bash his face in with my fist.

Last night when I ran off to Brinley to have her help me with Nathan, he showed up shortly after. After lots of talking and threats, he said he wouldn't touch Brittni. I stupidly took his word for it, but hearing from my girlfriend that he didn't fulfill his agreement is like a slap in the face. No going easy on him now.

"How's it going, Long?" He smiles, trying to hide it by sipping from his cup. He may be slightly intoxicated, but he'll feel every injury I inflict on him. There's no doubt about that.

"We made a deal," I say through clenched teeth, my fists tightening. I can feel the itch to slam my knuckles into him threaten to take over.

"Did we?" He questions innocently. My patience is really hanging on by a strand.

"Don't play games, Tame," I growl. "I know you found Brittni today."

"So?" He raises an eyebrow, a cocky smirk spreading across his lips.

"So," I step closer, my own smirk appearing. "It means this."

He looks confused for the second before I let my first fly towards his face. The snapping sound can be heard for anyone in a ten foot radius.

Brittni's POV.

I drive myself to school Monday, not having talked to Jackson in a while I thought it would be the best. The events on Sunday still haven't been resolved and I honestly don't know why that is. I haven't called him, but for someone who says he loves me and wants to protect me, he surely keeps me waiting.

Things would be different if it weren't for the fact that he didn't come over Sunday to apologize. If he had manned up, I think we would be fine.

I'm mostly hurt by his actions from Saturday. He lied to me about where he was going, and on top of that it was to talk to Brinley. What kind of boyfriend does that? He knows exactly how much I dislike that girl yet he ran off to hang with her. It gets me super frustrated.

As I walk towards the school, I don't see Nikki nor Jackson and I release a breath I didn't know I was holding. Am I relieved or disappointed? I can't quite put my finger. Not that I have much time to dwell on it before I hear Tristen calling my name.

After our little hang out yesterday we've been texting non-stop. We face timed last night and that's where I spilled everything to him. Against my better judgment I was an emotional wreck and I really needed someone to confide in. Nikki wasn't an option, she can never know about the incidents with Nathan. She's been through enough in her life and I definitely don't want her worrying about a situation that's not hers.

Tristen was a really good friend and told me everything I wanted to hear. It made me feel a bit better that we're back on talking terms. He's always been someone I considered a close friend.

I do a half smile and walk towards him. I'm trying to keep up a somewhat good attitude so my best friend can't see me hiding anything. Tristen already knows I'm upset so I don't really have to have the facade, but I'm practicing for if Nikki comes to talk to me. Get into character.

"Hey, baby girl," he hugs me briefly, putting a smile on my face. I've always loved his hugs.

"Hey, Tris." My voice is muffled by his shirt, but I know he can hear the teasing in my words as to why his chest rumbles.

We pull back only for him to continue smiling.

"How're you feeling?" I roll my eyes, letting out I sigh.

"Better." It's true.

"Good," he grins. "Does that mean you're up for frozen yogurt after school?"

My heart jumps with excitement. He remembers my favorite delicacy. Other than Jackson of course. Well then.

"You know I am," I punch his shoulder, and that's when I hear it, his voice. And he doesn't sound too pleased.

"I think you'll have to rain check, baby." My eyes widen for a split second, my body already turning around to face my boyfriend. I nearly lose my footing, too, but Jackson wraps his arms around my waist so I don't fall. I instantly feel the electricity run from his hands to my body, my skin breaking out in goosebumps.

Get it together, girl!

"I think that's my decision." Trying to keep the shakiness from my voice is pretty difficult. "Baby."

I was for sure that he was going to give me that glare that he always does when I disobey him, but instead he smirks and leans close to my ear.

I know Tristen and his group of friends are watching by the sudden silence in the air. This makes my cheeks redden.

"Not if you want me to fuck that tight pussy of yours." And then he pulls away, giving me one last smoldering look and walking away with his hands shoved in his pockets.

Tristen clears his throat behind me and I swallow, facing him. "Is that a no?"

•••

I'm pissed. Beyond pissed actually, I don't know what is wrong with Jackson, but he's acting more of a douche than normal. It's really irritating.

First it was the thing in the parking lot this morning, where I thought it all ended, but then he did something again. I was casually talking with the guy that sits next to me in health when Jackson slides another desk over. That's not the worst part, though, oh no. The worst part was that he pushed the other kid at least ten more feet away from me and planted himself next to me. I could feel the anger and embarrassment cover my face when all the kids in the class watched.

I don't even want to talk about what he did at lunch.

The best part was that Nikki wasn't even here to help me. I saw her this morning walking into the school, but I haven't seen her since then. I've come to the conclusion that she skipped. I also noticed Colten's disappearance. Luckily, they hate each other or I'd say they skipped together. That would be hysterical.

I'm walking towards my car after the last bell rings, mumbling profanities to myself for the jacked up day. I don't understand why Jackson is acting like this, he never even apologized.

I stop dead in my tracks when I notice my possessive and irritating boyfriend leaning against the drivers side of my car. I nearly scream.

"Move," I cut straight to the chase. His eyes are on mine and only mine. I see the way they swirl with a bundle of emotions, taking in my body. I squint through the sun, looking up so I can see his face. "Did you not hear me-"

"Oh I heard you," he nods, crossing his arms. If I was strong enough, I'd pull him away from my car and flip him over my shoulder.

"Then you would know that I told you to move. As in get away from my car," I sassily reply.

"That's not how it's going to work," he smirks, pushing away from the vehicle.

"Oh really?" I raise an eyebrow. "And how is it "going to work"?"

"You're going to come home with me and we're going to talk." I'm not buying it, and by the way he sighs I can tell he knows. "No bullshit."

I look up towards the sky, debating it.

"I'll tell you everything and anything you want to know," he tells me. "All the truth and not lies."

"How would I know you're telling the truth?" I raise my eyebrows in question.

"I promise," he says, holding out his pinky. I can't help the smile that cracks on my lips.

"Okay," I nod, latching my pinky with his. "But that doesn't mean I'll forgive you, especially since you haven't even apologized yet."

"I won't need to after you hear what happened." I want to smack that cocky smirk off his face.

It doesn't take long for me to hop into his car and then walk into his house. I sit Indian style in his couch, a pillow held on my lap as I await his little story.

"Are you going to say something or...?"

He rolls his eyes, obviously not liking my sass.

"So basically..."

"I don't think this is a good idea, bro," Colten said, scratching the back of his neck nervously as Jackson stood by his car.

"All you have to do is stay here," Jackson shrugged, looking at his best friend.

"You sure Brittni isn't gonna stop by or some shit?"

Jackson didn't know, but he knew what he had to do and that was clear up this mess. His girlfriend was everything to him and he'd be damned if anything happened to her because of some psycho ex boyfriend.

"It'll all be fine," he rolled his eyes, patting his best friend on the back and hopping into his truck. He was about to put this shit to rest. It didn't take long for him to make it to the guys house. It just so happened he was having a party that same night which made Jackson hopeful. If Nathan was there, so was Brinley.

The house was crowded, a different contrast from his friend James' little gathering.

Even through the crowd, Jackson found the girl he had been searching for. She was sitting on the couch, laughing and talking with her friends not knowing the shit that was about to hit the fan.

Jackson stood in front of Brinley, it only taking her a minute to notice his presence, she looked up in suspicion.

"We need to talk," Jackson said, ordered really. Her eyes widened in fright, and Jackson grabbed her arm, dragging her towards an empty room. He didn't like the circumstances of being in a bedroom alone with this girl, but it wasn't about him.

"What-"

"What do you know about Nathan Tame." Her face blanched at this. She didn't speak, though, in fear Nathan would find out.

She shakes her head, refusing.

"Let's rephrase," he leans closer to the female. "You're going to tell me what you know or I'll tell your parents all about what their little princess has been up to."

He didn't like threatening women, but this girl isn't exactly a saint herself and he knew for sure that her parents wouldn't be thrilled of their little Catholic daughter sleeping with half the school.

"It all started in August..."

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Bwagahahaha! I cut it off right there lmao :) anyway, sorry for the long wait I was having extreme writers block and also been extremely busy. I'm hoping to have another update for you guys in Thursday since I'm going to Michigan's Adventure tomorrow!!!

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