Jackie Taylor wasn’t used to being doted on. She’d always carried herself with that confident, all-American poise—shoulders back, chin lifted, the kind of girl who could walk through a crowd and make heads turn without even trying. But when she was with you, the guard slipped.
The day had started with a simple plan: a quiet trip to the mall, no cameras, no friends, no drama.
Just the two of you. Jackie wore her favorite denim jacket, the one slightly frayed at the edges, and a pair of sunglasses she tried to act like she didn’t care about—but she clearly loved how they looked on her.
As you laced your fingers through hers, she tilted her head toward you and grinned. “You’re up to something,” she said, narrowing her eyes playfully.
“Maybe,” you replied, with the kind of grin that gave everything away.
The first stop was a boutique she always admired from afar but never walked into.
The moment you guided her inside, her jaw dropped. The racks were filled with silk, tailored pieces, and delicate accessories that seemed made for her.
“Pick whatever you want,” you told her.
She froze. “Wait. Seriously?”
You nodded. “Jackie Taylor deserves to be spoiled.”
She laughed, a real laugh—the kind that started in her chest and bubbled out like champagne. She wandered through the store in awe, holding dresses up to her body, spinning in front of mirrors.
Every time she hesitated, you gently nudged her: Yes. Get it. You deserve it.
By the time the bags started piling up, Jackie was glowing. The confident girl everyone else saw had melted into someone soft, loved, and fully seen.
In the jewelry store, she tried to protest. “This is too much,” she whispered, cheeks flushed pink.
You cupped her face gently. “It’s not about the price. It’s about showing you how much you mean to me.”
Her eyes softened, and in that moment, it felt like the whole mall disappeared. She kissed you right there, not caring who was watching.
The rest of the afternoon was a blur of laughter, overpriced lattes, and hand-holding down glossy marble hallways. Jackie leaned into you like she always belonged there—like the world had carved out this space for the two of you to exist without explanation.
As you left with your arms full of bags and her heart full to the brim, she looked at you and said softly, “I’ve never felt this loved before.”
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Anthony Alejandro Martinez grew up in a home shadowed by his father, Bill—whose moods flipped from icy silence to explosive rage on a whim. Anthony learned early to tiptoe around him, protect his little brother, Javi, and quiet his own needs.
As the middle child, Anthony spent most days caught in the crossfire. He couldn't keep Javi completely safe, but he became his brother's rock—offering comfort, reassurance, and quiet strength whenever their father lost control.
Their older brother, Travis, withdrew into a hardened shell over time. He couldn't stand Anthony's gentleness, seeing it as weakness. Rather than confront Bill's abuse, Travis turned his own frustration on Anthony, unable to reconcile the sibling in front of him with the pain at home.
School became Anthony's sanctuary. He dove into books and picked up the guitar. Music became the one place he could release what he couldn't say—his refuge from the chaos at home.
Meanwhile, Javi looked up to Anthony with unwavering faith, often leaning on him for guidance through the roughest days.
As Anthony edged into his teens, he dreamed of freedom—scared of what it might mean to break away, but more afraid of staying trapped.
Then Shauna entered his life.
She was the left winger for the WHS Yellowjacks—his father's favored player.
Shauna and Anthony came from different worlds, but soccer drew them together. He watched her fly down the field during one of Bill's coached games—and couldn't look away. She was focused, confident, relentless.
Their first real conversation came later, after games and community events. Anthony shared his music—it was soft, unpolished, real. Shauna opened up about winning, losing, pushing herself on the field. There was something comforting in their honesty, something healing in their simplicity.
Slowly, their connection deepened. They became each other's safe place, a team of their own—the push and pull of teenage drama softened by something that felt stronger: love, trust, understanding.
One night, Anthony picked "Silence of the Lambs" for a cozy movie night—but he'd fibbed about it being a movie about a shepherd. When Shauna realized what the film actually was... the look on her face said it all.
"Anthony, this has to be the worst movie on the planet," she groaned, covering her ears.
He paused the movie and shrugged, grinning. "All good?"
"Yes," she sighed, silent and suspicious.
"Sorry," he chuckled. "I couldn't resist."
She rolled her eyes. But by the time the movie hit its thrilling twist, she was hooked—and though she'd been misled, there was no taking back that fascination.
The next morning, Anthony pulled up to Shauna's driveway in style: his bright-red 1996 Ford F‑250. He hopped out, opened the door for her, and she stepped into the warm greeting, wrapped up in the pride of her Yellowjackets uniform.
"Morning, beautiful," Anthony greeted, voice soft with affection.
"Hey," she answered, cutting straight to a kiss that felt like everything to Anthony.
"Ready for the big game?" he asked, settling into the driver's seat.
"Absolutely," she said, and they drove toward Schaeffer Field, the sun shining down, adrenaline and hope surging for whatever lay ahead.
As they approached the field, the sounds of cheering and excitement filled the air. Shauna's focus was palpable, her determination clear in the way her eyes gleamed with anticipation.
Anthony watched her, a mix of pride and admiration swelling within him. When they arrived at the field, Shauna joined her teammates for warm-ups. Anthony leaned in, giving her a quick kiss and whispering words of encouragement before she ran off.
Throughout the game, Anthony cheered loudly for Shauna every time she made an amazing play. His heart soared with pride as he watched her skill on the field. They shared glances of encouragement whenever their eyes met across the field.
The game was intense, Anthony's nerves were on edge, his eyes glued to Shauna's every move. When she passed the ball to Tai, his anxiety spiked along with the crowd's excitement.
Both teams fought with all they had. Anthony Martinez watched nervously as his girlfriend pasted the ball to Tai, Anthony grimaced as the fans around him cheered loudly in excitement.
Home 3 visitor 3.
Seeing Tai wave her hand getting Jackie's attention. Tai swung her leg hitting the ball perfectly. The ball glided effortlessly through the air like a bird in flight.
Jackie Taylor jumped into the causing the soccer ball to bounce off her forehead. Everyone in the crowd goes silent in anticipation they all watch as the soccer ball hit the middle of the nylon net.
As the final whistle blew and Shauna's team emerged victorious, Anthony rushed down from the stands to meet her, sweeping her up in a tight hug.
"You were amazing out there," Anthony said earnestly, his eyes reflecting his admiration.
Shauna grinned up at him, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Thank you for coming," she replied, squeezing his hand tightly.
"Great job guys!" Anthony beamed high fiving the team.
A Week Later.
"Thanks for the ride, Shauna. My truck should be running by tomorrow." Anthony said opened the backseat to Shauna's car.
Shauna turned a smiled to the boy. "No, problem Ant."
"We headed to Jacs?"
"Yeah."
As the pulled up to Jackie Taylor's enormous white House they watched as Jeff sneaked out of her bedroom window.
Anthony sighed. "I thought they were done?"
"Me too."
Just then the white house door opened and out came Jackie, Anthony watched as Shauna perked her head and gave Jackie her infamous "Are you serious look".
Jackie walked up smiling and opened the car door. "Shauna, Ant."
"Hey, Jackie."
Shauna didn't say a word until they left Jackie's neighborhood. Jackie stared in a playful manner at Shauna before changing the music on the stereo.
Jackie giggled. "Were you listening to that?"
"No. Not right now it fell into the tape deck, and I accidentally pressed play." Shauna smirked at her response.
"So, Jackie." Anthony sighed, "You and Jeff…Again?"
Jackie turned to Anthony. "I decided that showing up to college a virgin is a mistake. No offense."
Anthony snickered to himself. Only if Jackie knew the things I knew.
"We've been together for so long that if we're each other's firsts then we'll be linked forever it's more poetic that way."
Anthony leaned up on Jackie and Shauna's chairs arms. "Well shit Jackie, if that was the problem you could've just asked me for help."
"Haha. Not funny Anthony." Jackie rolled her eyes. "Anyways Shauna. I've decided on a color palette for our room at Rutgers next year. Pink and green. It's like, classic preppy meets Palm Beach. Very Lilly P.
"College is going to eat you alive Jackie." Anthony said popping a piece of gum in his mouth. "Wait. Did you say Jeff 's a virgin?"
Jackie rolled her eyes again at Anthony. She pulled up a makeup pallet and began applying some lipstick "We've been together since freshman year."
"Yeah, but. I mean, you guys have broken up like, ten thousand times." Shauna chimed in.
Anthony scoffed, "More like a million."
"Never long enough to count." Jackie shrugged, putting away her makeup, as the turned the corner she noticed a sign next to Muriel's.
"The hell is this bullshit!" Jackie shouted pointing at the sign.
Anthony and Shauna looked up to see a sign reading "We're proud of our boy's varsity baseball, Go Jackets!!"
"These assholes were under five hundred all season! Shauna, honk at that thing."
Jackie reached over to the steering wheel and honks at it. Anthony and Shauna both laugh at Jackie's antics.
"No, they're just going to think you're like, saluting mediocre baseball.
Jackie scoffed before rolling out the window and reaching out "Oh, they'll know. Here, take over.”
"Try undefeated, bitches! We're going to motherfucking NATIONALS!" Jackie yelled Shauna continued to hold the horn down.
Anthony laughed watching the blonde. "You're crazy, Taylor."
“Do you realize nothing I do for you is never enough for you? I fucking swear Jackie.” My jaw clenched, arms crossed against my chest.
A vein pulsed in my neck. I was sick of it. Jackie was so used to getting everything she wanted.
Her whole life was handed to her, and god, if someone messed something up, all hell breaks loose.
You could practically see the steam bursting from her ears.
“Do you hear what I’m saying, Jacklyn?!” You shouted, while rubbing your temples.
You watched as Jackie flinched, her eyes flooded with tears.
She let out a shaky breath, she nibbled at her bottom lip. “I-I.”
Your heart broke, shattered into a million pieces. She’s crying due to your actions. “Jackie…”
Before you could say anymore, she turned, grabbed her keys and ran out of her bedroom.
ahhhh it’s been 2 months since my last upload! I’m sorry, I’ve been going through some scary health stuff. But, I’m back! Thank you guys for 1.6k views on my pregnant Jackie bot and 1.2k on my jealous Jackie bot. I appreciate it so much.
