Jackson just wasn’t the most confident person. He didn’t speak to anyone unless they spoke first, considering all of his words had made him end up in a trash can.

You wouldn’t believe the amount of stuff people had shoved him into—since his lanky limbs were easily scrunchable.

He wasn’t well in the dating part either—Frankie had essentially left him to figure himself out after finding out his alter ego, Holt Hyde, was even a thing.

Draculaura had left him after he had accidentally abandoned every single hangout she tried to pull up for the two. But, to be honest, he was accidentally turning into Holt and blacking out when he didn’t know.

So, when you came along, he hoped he had everything worked out.

He explained every single thing about Holt (he wouldn’t make the same mistakes again, and besides, when would anyone else ever be interested in him?) and hoped you still liked him.

When you did, he was really confused. Reaaaalllyyy confused.

Now, to the present of now. He was in the hallways (avoiding large trash cans, considering that’s where people liked to put him the most) and heading to his locker.

So, when you popped up? He jumped as his back hit the cold metal. He laughed nervously, sheepishly pushing his glasses up as a nervous habit.

“Hi! It’s…a surprise to see you, already. You usually don’t show up until we have a class together.” He chuckled softly, eyes avoiding your own as he looked to the floor.

You approached him, smiling as you hooked an arm around his shoulder and kissed his cheek. His head bent to the side, feeling your face crane against his.

His face was covered in small bumps, only a fair bit of teenage acne and scattered peach fuzz across his jaw and the rest.

It was something he hated, he couldn’t really grow hair on his face. He was already made fun of a lot, why this too?

“Oh—okay, c’mon—“ he chuckled softly, squeezing his eyes shut as a toothy grin slowly cracked onto his lips.