There was nothing different or unique about any of the girls standing before him. They were all the same lately; pushy and desperate. The only upside to any of them is that they’re cute and willing to put out.
How long had it been since last time he’d actually been interested in pursuing anyone? He couldn’t even remember. Although it probably should have bothered him that he had nothing but ulterior motives, he couldn’t find it in himself to care about any of these girls.
Leaning against the wall next to the closest brunette, he flashed his usual half smile, knowing without a doubt that it would make her weak in the knees, it always did. “Did you do something with your hair?” he asked softly, knowing that there was something different about the girl today than all the other times he’d seen her wandering around campus, but not knowing nor caring enough to really figure out what it was.
Judging from the way her cheeks flushed and she turned her body a fraction of an inch in his direction, he had been correct. He felt his smile widen just a bit, knowing good and well that he had her already, no matter how nonchalant she tried to act. “Well, yes, actually. I curled it this morning. Does it look bad?” she asked in a similarly soft tone.
“It looks great; and it must have taken such a long time. You should curl it more often.” he said, moving to twirl a lock of her hair between his fingers, “Not that it doesn’t look good straight as well.”
As she opened her mouth to reply, her cheeks flushing even brighter, something from across the street caught Jackson’s attention. Instead of paying attention to what she had to say, he was entirely too distracted by someone else, someone walking their dog.
Blinking a few times, he struggled to pull his eyes from them and turn his focus back to the girl standing before him. Lucky for him, she had gotten flustered and repeated herself, thinking she’d offended him by the way she had worded her statement, “I-I didn’t mean that in a bad way, it’s just... well, it’s just that most guys don’t notice that kind of thing. I especially didn’t think you would.”
Snickering softly, he lowered his head just a bit, there faces almost touching, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, you know.” he said in a low tone, “Maybe if you give me your number, we can hang out some time? Then we can get to know each other.” he continued, his eyes flicking occasionally between he bright red face and the person across the street.
What was it about that person that had him getting all bent out of shape?
Watching as the brunette wrote her name and number on an index card that she pulled from her bag, he made a mental note of her name, hoping he wouldn’t completely slaughter it later. ‘Maggie’ was all she wrote, no last name or anything, and he was pretty sure that wasn’t her full first name. Smirking down at her, he took the card and stepped back a bit, “Does this mean I can simply call you Maggie?”
Smiling shyly, she nodded, “Well, of course. Everyone just calls me Maggie, so why would I expect any different from you?”
Cursing inwardly for not even caring enough to remember that, he attempted desperately to cover up his mistake, “I was just teasing, dork.” he teased with an extremely forced grin, tapping her lightly on the nose, “I’ll definitely hit you up later, alright? I’m running late, but I couldn’t leave without at least talking to you first.”
Shooting her a wink, he turned and walked down the sidewalk, nonchalantly following after the blonde. What kind of dog was that, anyways? From this distance it almost looked like a husky. But as he got closer, the dog was the last thing he was paying attention to. Instead, it was the blonde that held his full attention. He knew this guy. For a moment he was stunned and he almost quit walking entirely, unsure of how to feel about being so distracted by another dude. But after a few seconds he continued after him, quick to catch up to him, “Hey- we go to the same school, don’t we?”
Of course they did, he already knew that, but he didn’t want to approach the guy only to find that he had no idea who he was.
