“She’s kind of cute, don’t you think?” I asked Danny. We’d been sitting in my car, waiting for the after school traffic to dwindle away. Y/N walked by with her headphones in, in her own little world, and she caught my eye.
“I guess? I mean, yes, but she’s not your type. I thought you were trying to get with that new girl, Allison?” Danny questioned.
Yes. He’s absolutely correct. Y/N is not my type, I don’t even know why she’s been on my radar the last couple of months. She’s pretty, but quiet. She’s interesting, but kind of different. Lydia and I just broke up, and I’m obviously looking to hookup, but I don’t think Y/N is that type of girl. She’s the type of girl I want to take home to Mom, not the type of girl I want to get head from behind the bleachers during halftime at the lacrosse game.
“Earth to Jackson, are we going to leave any time this week? Parking lot has been clear for a few minutes…” Danny pointed out, catching my attention.
Scoffing, I threw my car into gear and sped off down the isle. Turning, I maneuvered the rest of the parking lot and was on the street. Dropping Danny at his house, I reminded him to be on time for early Saturday practice.
“Shove it, Whittemore. Go Facebook stalk, Y/N, you know you want to,” he winked before closing the passenger door.
Fuck. What am I getting myself into. I haven’t even talked to the girl since primary school.
“Hey, why is that douche bag staring at you?” My best friend asked. Looking up from my book, I looked around the cafeteria until I locked eyes with Jackson Whittemore. Confused, I smiled and then looked to Y/B/F/N.
“No idea. He’s been doing it quite a bit lately though… Ever since he and Lydia broke up, actually,” I shrugged. I didn’t make my life any different just because a popular guy like Jackson somehow took an interest in me.
“Just because you keep your nose in your books rather than interacting with the opposite sex, it doesn’t mean the opposite sex won’t interact with you. Look, he’s heading this way.” What? It’s been months and he’s now going to talk to me? Okay, maybe it does change my life if Jackson looks at me. What can I say, he’s attractive and makes me blush.
“Hey, Y/N,” oh he knows my name.
Say something you dunce! “Um, hi Jackson,” I smiled. Well, I think I smiled. He chuckled a little and then scratched the back of his neck.
“I, well…I was wondering if you wanted to see a movie with me? Or hangout?” Is he seriously asking me out?
“Seriously?” I voiced. The shock must have been written all over my face because he sighed and looked at the ground.
“Yeah. I know we haven’t talked since we were in Mrs. Finch’s class in third grade, but I think we should get to know each other better. If that’s okay with you?” He was totally flustered. Jackson doesn’t get flustered, what the hell? It’s kinda cute though.
Looking at Y/B/F/N, she just nodded and took her tray to throw it away. Well, she was no help. What do I do?
“Sure, Jackson. I think it would be fun,” I blushed. I’ve never had a guy ask me out. I just float under the radar and no one notices me. I like it like that; I’m so completely out of my element.
“If it helps, I’m crazy nervous. I know our social groups don’t really click, but I’m into you. You’ve caught my eye the way you read all the time, how your locker’s decorated as if it were your bedroom wall; posters and what not. How you tap your pencil when you’re listening to music as you study in the library. Oh, and the way you quote books and movies as if it were everyday dialogue. I caught that Avengers line when Coach questioned you in Econ,” he grinned. Had he really been watching me this long? I mean taking a notice to my likes and quirks? I’m blushing again, stop it Y/N.
“Thanks…I think,” I laughed nervously.
“You’re welcome. Now…can I have your number? So we can text about our date?” Nodding, I took his phone, which he’d handed to me, and punched in my number.
“Text me whenever,” I smiled as he stood from the table.
“I’ll take you up on that offer,” and he left the table. As he walked away I was in complete shock: How did I end up with Jackson Whittemore asking me on a date? And damn, he’s got a nice butt.
*Part 2? I know I didn’t really go into detail like you asked for, but..yeah lol*