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There wasn’t a subject in the entire world that could have taken Mallory off of the young male’s mind. It was as if she’d dug into his head herself and made a permanent spot to stay. She was mysterious and definitely posed as one of the biggest challenges he’d ever had to face, yet he didn’t view her as one at all. There were no goals when it came to achieving a solid friendship with the fiery brunette – he didn’t want anything out of it, yet he wanted everything. She was different from every other girl that walked the halls of the high school he knew all too well and different felt better than anything he’d ever known. The corners of his lips tugged outward the moment the bell sounded loudly around him. He was more than excited to have someone new over for dinner, but even more excited to spend time with her that wasn’t rushed or in the middle of a crowd – privacy could work wonders.
Phone out as he walked, Jaxon shot Mallory a quick text, though he instantly slid his phone into his pocket the moment he spotted the small framed female by his trust. His long-legged strides slowed as he neared her, brows rising. “One ride in my truck and you’re already waiting for me after school,” he teased, reaching for his keys in order to unlock the door before pulling it open for her. “And you never told me whether or not you wanted ice cream before dinner.” His mother’s cooking along side his father’s grilling was some of the best food he’d ever had, but there was nothing wrong with making a routine out of things – Dairy Queen being the start of it all.
As complicated and secretive as she was, Jaxon didn’t seem to mind. He saw it as a good thing, her being extremely confusing compared to the other girls in their school. Though Mallory didn’t understand his logic, she found it comforting in a way. People always told her she was too blunt or too quiet, too this or too that, and she wasn’t going to change who she was for anyone. The appearance and attitude she had was something she’d built up over the years to purposely push people away and make it seem as if she wanted nothing to do with them. While it wasn’t what she wanted at all, it was what she needed. Jax seemed to slip through the cracks of her wall, and she didn’t know how she ultimately felt about that. She was no longer trying to push him away and she accepted the fact he wasn’t going anywhere, but she was in some form, terrified. His safety was now important to her and she still held a guilt over Katie’s death... she couldn’t imagine being the cause for another friend to die. Besides the obvious danger to it all, Mal didn’t know if he’d stick around. Sure, he said he would, but he could change his mind or her father would drop the news they needed to relocate again. There would never be a calm thought that they’d be okay, and she knew Jax didn’t deserve that.
She couldn’t help but give him a small smile, a shrug following her movements. “Better that than make you late to leave,” she retorted, tilting her head. Mal nodded as he opened the door for her, climbing up into the tall truck after a couple seconds. Sliding her backpack onto the floor near her feet, she slowly sat back up and glanced at Jax. “My mother always told me that dessert first would spoil my dinner,” she replied, breaking off before she became morbid about the subject. “Though, I’ve never been a good listener. Yeah, let’s go get some ice cream.” A stop along the way meant more time with him, and she secretly wanted to take up as much of it as she could. Mal would be moving the next day, or even be dead, and she didn’t want to lose to chance of getting to know the boy next to her.













