Clover-
"AHH!" I screamed immediately recognizing the voice and scent of the bosom I was buried in.
"Yeah, you should be scared. I'm gonna have to punish you for this." Jackson growled, digging a surprisingly long nail into my shoulder blade. "How could you do that in front of me?!"
"Owww." I wouldn't be surprised if he drew blood with the way he was ruthlessly stabbing my shoulder. Bro was in desperate need of a manicure or something.
In a flash, I was pushed back from his chest, and the culprit stared at me with worried brown eyes. "Are you okay, babe… I… I didn't mean to."
Ignoring the babe comment, I gave him a fake smile, "Uh, yeah, it's all good." I rolled my shoulder and winced. Droplets of blood seeped through my windbreaker. Fortunately, since the jacket was dark, it would be difficult to tell unless you were really looking for it.
Jackson scrunched his nose, and I took a couple of steps back. "Well… umm I've got to get to class now sooo–"
"I'll take you." He reached out like he was going to grab my hand, but hesitated.
"Follow me."
Needing to go into the building anyway, and worried about how he would react if I lingered behind, I followed the big oaf into the rundown school, laughing a bit as I watched him duck to get inside.
"Are you laughing at my outfit?" Jackson turned around and crossed his arms. The action made his veiny biceps look huge.
"No?" He was wearing pretty normal clothes, just grey sweatpants and a… dayum, he packin.
Jackson, noticing my wandering eyes, blushed and covered his thingy with his hand. Though larger than average, it was still unable to cover the entire intended target. Actually, it started to look a bit bigger from when I first took notice, but that could've just been my imagination.
"Schedule!" Jackson coughed, reaching his unoccupied hand out.
"Mmm hmm." Wow! That thing had definitely tripled in size! It was crazy. I'd have to tell Carson about it next time we played COD.
"GIVE ME YOUR SCHEDULE!"
I shook my head, trying to get out of the hypnosis his special friend had put me in. "Uhh, yeah, here you go."
I handed him a pink piece of paper. It's funny because my cheeks were probably the same color as that paper at this moment. How could I let myself get so enthralled by a man's dick? As a heterosexual man there was no excuse, no matter how big and juicy it may be.
Wait… juicy?
Hell nah! I mean it was like just big and round and stuff. I mentally corrected myself. Gawd, why am I thinking this much about a man's cock?! I buried my hands in my face to hide the shame from my overgrown escort.
"What's wrong? Is your shoulder still hurting?"
"No, it's– Ah!" Jackson poked my shoulder, making the pain that had dulled resurface, as well as the grim face he had worn when we first entered the building.
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Silently, we walked down the hallway to the physics teacher, Mrs. Hawthorn's room. It was just my luck that I would get stuck with physics first thing in the morning. It didn't take long; the high school was tiny, but I guess adequately sized for the small number of students that went here? At my old school, we'd have like 1000 kids per grade, but I doubted there were even that many students here in total, and that's including all the teachers and staff.
Mrs. Hawthorn greeted us when we finally made it to her door. She was an odd-looking lady, definitely not the type of person usually seen in this town. I mean, honestly, she kind of looked like an Oompa Loompa, complete with blue hair and striped leggings.
Whatever, now was my chance.
While she chatted with Jackson about his dad or something, I took my chance to sneak into the classroom where he couldn't get me.
"Stay." Jackson easily blocked the entrance with his beefy arm, earning an "oh my!" from Mrs. Hawthorn.
Giving him a shit-eating grin, I ducked under his arm with ease. Looks like being 6 '5 had some disadvantages after all.
I took my seat and watched as he whispered something to Mrs. Hawthorn, who gave me a quick glance and nodded. Not wanting to be the topic of conversation, I propped the 15-year-old physics book up on my desk and hid behind it.
"Is that Jackson?~"
"Wow! I think it is! He never comes to school.~"
"Ashley's gonna be happy today hahaha~"
Wait. Who the hell is Ashley?! And why would she be happy Jackson's here?!
"Come." Jackson lifted the physics book off my desk with one hand and snapped it shut. I shot Mrs. Hawthorn a glare, but she just smiled apologetically.
"No way! I'm staying here." I crossed my arms and glared at Jackson, whose eyebrow twitched.
"I'm not asking you again, Clover."
"Good, don't ask, cause I'm not going." The class watched us intently, not even bothering to pretend to mind their own business. As I had guessed by the earlier conversations that danced around the room, it seemed like Jackson was this school's big shot. I even heard one girl whisper, "What the hell?" to her friend.
So much for having a nice, quiet senior year. Thanks a lot, Jackson.
"Ugh." Jackson pinched the bridge of his nose like he was contemplating something.
"What?! What are you gonna do about it?!" I taunted. If the prospects of my ideal school year were already shot, what was the harm in pushing him a little further?
"That does it." He scooped me up from my desk like I weighed nothing and slung me over his shoulder.
"Agh!" I screamed, bewildered. How was he allowed to just kidnap me like this from class?! Where was the principal?!
"WAIT!" I screeched, smacking him in the back. "At least let me down for a second so I can get my backpack.
Jackson huffed as though my request annoyed him.
Yeah, I'm the ridiculous one here. Okay.
"Wyatt, bag."
A brunette boy bolted up from his desk and rushed over to where we, or I guess Jackson, was standing. Though tall, Jackson still had several inches on him and significantly more muscle mass. He handed my backpack to Jackson's open palm and hurried back to his seat.
Now, with both me and my backpack over his shoulder, he marched out of the room, not bothering to look back at the chattering class behind him.
"Put me down right now!" I yelled, hoping someone might hear my plea and come to my rescue. It didn't work. Everyone in this entire school was either deaf or just didn't care to help… I suspected it was the latter.
Out of options, I began wiggling and kicking my feet, trying to make it difficult for Jackson to hold me.
"Cut that out." His free hand smacked my butt, the shock of this action forcing me to immediately stop moving.
Oh my God.
"You… you wanna go big guy?!" I flicked his earlobe. "How dare you spank me!" I knew all too well that I wouldn't win if I squared up against Jackson, but my pride forced me to challenge him anyway.
"If you were a good boy and stayed still, I wouldn't have done it." He sighed, ignoring my challenge to fight. With the hand that wasn't holding me hostage, he opened the door to a classroom we had stopped in front of.
"Damn, looks like she's out," he muttered, flicking on the light switch and closing the door shut behind him.
He finally sat me down on one of the few beds that decorated the room. The thermometer and melted ice pack that sat on the counter adjacent to me suggested that we were at the school nurse; the only thing that was missing was, well, her.
"It looks like Miss Mary's out today, but don't worry I can take better care of you than she can anyway. Like a bandaid would even be comparable to my superior healing abilities?"
I finched back as Jackson unzipped my windbreaker and revealed my blood-stained tee that hid underneath.
"Hey! Don't touch me!" I shrieked and tried to push his unbudging body back. When that didn't work, I scooted farther back on the bed, wrapping my windbreaker tighter around my trembling body.
"Shh. It's okay." A calming cinnamon scent flooded my senses, and the goosebumps that covered my arms seconds ago shrank back.
For some reason, I wasn't worried when Jackson got on the bed and crawled towards me. He had started looking less scary and more cute, like a… puppy!
"I promise I won't hurt you again, so please let me take off your top so I can treat your shoulder." His warm hand brushed against my cheek, and I leaned into the comforting heat.
"Babe?"
Weirdly enough, his coaxing words really seemed to get to me, as I began pulling my t-shirt off myself.