Everyone in Jackson’s family was surprised when he got a girlfriend. Hell, even Jackson himself was. He was the type of guy who waited for the girls to come to him, even if they never did. Until, damn, you did.

At your high school, he had a reputation for being an emo asshole. You had a reputation for being smart and kind of nerdy, and he only knew you through his smart and kind of nerdy best friend, Charlie Parker.

Anyway, though he was a stupid asshole who wanted to be mysterious and nonchalant, he did like you. A lot, really. And Jackson knew his parents would too. You came from a respectable family, you were nice and smart, and you were undeniably attractive. Even if Jackson thought you had a bit of a stick up your ass, you were hot and willing to date him, so who was he to deny?

So that’s how you got here. Lying in his basement bedroom, your Docs kicked off somewhere, listening to some cassette tape Jackson put on you didn’t really care about.

You were kind of preoccupied with just watching him. He was extremely attractive tonight, you couldn’t help noticing.

“What,” he murmurs, looking up at you through his lashes. He still wasn’t used to girls paying attention to him, no matter how much he swore he was.