As the pissed-off redhead stormed back to the dorm, she couldn't stop thinking about all the ways she'd get back at Jackson. So, what was she pissed about? Well, not only did he drag her out of a perfectly good nap, but he also made her wait in a ridiculous line for two hours to pick up a schedule that he knew he had taken.
Yeah, she could buy a new one for a buck, but she had sworn off spending any more money here beyond what her tuition covered. She was already broke enough as it was.
Azalea burst into the room again, and Jackson, still sitting there staring at his phone with a frown, looked up at her. Yeah, he hadn't moved an inch. He needed to see her reaction when she realized he was about to make her last year a total nightmare.
"Where's my schedule?" Azalea demanded, her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at Jackson.
"Uh, the office?" he replied casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He gave a soft chuckle, then snapped a photo of her, no doubt to add to his collection of annoyances.
Azalea's patience snapped. She snatched the phone right out of his hand and glared at him, her eyes sharp with frustration. She wasn't in the mood for his games today. Last year, he'd made it his mission to get under her skin—hiding her things, messing with their beds until she noticed the small changes, pulling every little prank he could think of. She'd known exactly what he was doing; he was just trying to get a rise out of her. And, for the most part, she hadn't given him the satisfaction.
But this year? She wasn't going to take it anymore.
"You're not pulling this crap again this year and getting away with it. I'm fighting back," she declared, her voice firm with resolve.
Jackson raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Really?" he asked, his voice sounding like a kid who'd just been told they were going to Disneyland.
Azalea couldn't help but smirk, her determination growing stronger. "Watch this." Without another word, she turned and walked toward the door, ready to make her exit.
Jackson blinked, then scrambled to his feet, clearly caught off guard. "Wait, where are you going?" He followed her into the hallway, calling her name. "Azie!"
Azalea turned back to face him, a sly grin on her lips as she continued walking backwards. "We're going swimming."
With that, she spun around and took off down the hall, her footsteps quickening as she made her way toward the pool. Jackson stood there for a moment, his smile fading as the realization hit him. Swimming? Was she serious? The words had barely sunk in before his pace slowed, the full meaning of her words processing in his mind. What exactly was she planning?
"Wait. Azie!" Jackson took off behind her, passing the few people in the halls. He pushed past the red double doors and hopped down the five steps leading down.
Ahead of him is Azalea who's absolutely sprinting across the grassy terrain to get to whatever building she's targeting on the other side. He's completely forgotten that she's actually athletic. Him on the other hand? Definitely not. Couldn't run a mile to save his life.
"Azie!" He shouts as he tried to avoid knocking into people and causing them to fall. Some of them did voice their few cents but he ignored them.
Jackson sprinted across the grass, leaping over a picnic table that was probably occupied by a couple enjoying their lunch.
"Hey, watch it!" the person yelled, barely dodging his flying feet.
"Sorry! Damn it, Azie, why are you so fast?" he muttered under his breath, frustration creeping into his voice.
As he ran, Jackson couldn't help but gripe about the one thing he'd never understand about Princeton University: its ridiculous campus layout. Why did every single thing have to be in a separate building? The library was in one, the dorms in another, the pool in yet another... It felt like they were all miles apart. Why not just make everything a little more convenient?
"Azie!" he yelled, but she was already disappearing through the double doors leading to the indoor swimming pool and locker rooms. Jackson cursed under his breath and pushed himself harder, finally reaching the building and bursting through the door.
"Fuck," he exhaled, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. He glanced around, his eyes scanning the dimly lit hallway. There was only one door at the end of it, the one she'd gone through.
He jogged down the hall, his shoes squeaking loudly against the polished floor as he approached. When he entered the room, it was almost eerily quiet, except for the soft echoes of his footsteps bouncing off the walls. And there she was—standing on the right side of the fifty-meter swimming pool. Jackson couldn't help but shake his head. He thought the whole thing was absolutely ridiculous. Who needed a pool that long? What was she even planning on doing in there?
His eyes narrowed. Whatever it was, he had a feeling it wasn't going to be easy to stop her.
But then again Princeton University isn't famous for nothing. It's huge and the expectations are always met. Funny how it's a public college other than a private one.
Very unique.
"Okay fire ant, calm down. We could talk about this." He finally says.
"Two hours wasted and I got up early for nothing."
Jackson slowly made his way towards her. She took a step back and he stopped.
"Okay okay, I give. I'm sorry. But Azie, it's the new year and it's still same you."
"You know what, you're right. This is very immature. I should learn how to get up early and make it to my classes on time and know when to get my schedule."
Jackson sighed a breath of relief and smiled. "Yes. I'm glad we're on the same page."
Azie sighed and handed out his phone. Jackson pranced over to her and when he got close enough she tossed it.
"No!" The ravenette watched as his phone made a 'ploop' sound when it touched the water and sank. He reacted quickly and pushed her in. His turmoil turned to instant happiness.
"That was for my fallen comrade!" He laughs. Shocked, she emerged to the surface.
"Are you serious?! My phone is on me!"
"Well would you look at that, similarities," he grins.
Azalea exhaled a breath and held up held up her hand. Jackson grabbed her hand to pull her out but she had other ideas and pulled him in with her.
"And now we have similarities." Azalea pulled herself out and squeezed water from the hem of her shirt. Jackson came back up a moment later and wiped his face.
"Your schedule was in my phone by the way, but don't worry I've already memorized it. Also, does this mean we're up for Jett's party tonight?"
"No."
"Come on please, this is y- our last year and I want you to have fun. I promise I won't mess with you after this."
She sighs. "Fine."
"Yes," he celebrates. Azalea smiled faintly and shook her head.
"By the way you owe me a new phone. And I'm only staying an hour since classes start tomorrow."
"Deal. By the way, wear green, it'll made your red hair pop."
"...uhuh."
With that she left. Jackson glanced around the quiet room and dipped into the water to get his phone. He came back up a minute later and inhaled sharply.
Jackson pulled himself from the pool and checked his phone. When the screen lit up he chuckled.
"Waterproof iPhone for the win."
Azalea glanced at her reflection in the mirror, eyeing the outfit she'd picked out. The green dress she had originally considered was absolutely ridiculous, so she tossed it aside in favor of something bolder—a red one that at least made her feel like she was in control. She wasn't thrilled about tagging along to Jett's dumb frat party, but she figured it was better to play nice, especially since Jackson had her schedule. She needed that schedule—desperately—since classes started tomorrow and she was already behind on a few things.And if that wasn't enough, after the whole pool fiasco, Azalea had to track Jackson down again to ask which books she needed for her classes. It was like having a damn parrot on her shoulder for the rest of the day, him repeating the same thing over and over just to get under her skin."Oh, come on, Azie," he had said, that smirk still plastered on his face. "This is just me having fun."She'd rolled her eyes. "No, actually, this is you trying to annoy me,
Azalea set her last cup down with a satisfying thud, and Jackson followed suit. A small crowd had gathered around the big dining room table, which was large enough to fit ten people comfortably. The energy in the room was high, and everyone seemed to be buzzing with excitement for the impending challenge."Okay, you understand the rules, right?" Jackson asked, raising an eyebrow as he adjusted his stance."Yes, we had this conversation five minutes ago," Azalea replied, her voice dripping with playful annoyance.Jackson smirked, leaning back slightly. "Okay, no need to shame me in front of the boys, babe," he teased, winking and motioning his head to the group of guys watching them. A few of them let out a collective "ooo," causing Azalea to shake her head with a reluctant smile."Just prepare to get a tattoo after this," she shot back, not missing a beat.Jackson grinned. "Only if it's of your name. Then, sure."With a shrug, he opened his bag of almonds—something they'd both agreed
Azie was jolted awake by the loud blare of her alarm. She pitched herself out of sleep, nearly toppling out of bed. Groggily, she reached over, fumbling for her phone, and quickly swiped it to silence the alarm.After last night, and the crazy mix of the party and the late-night trek back to the dorm, she was definitely feeling the effects of it all. That familiar buzz of tipsiness still lingered in her system, making her head feel a bit foggy. She hadn't expected to crash as soon as she did, but as soon as her head hit the pillow, sleep took over.It was only now, in the quiet of the morning, that she realized the phone still clutched in her hand. She brushed a strand of her red-orange hair out of her face, trying to shake off the grogginess, and finally took a good look at the screen.She noticed a notification and pressed on it. The phone opened automatically, taking her to the chat.𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙱𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙴𝚗𝚐?
Jackson slammed his car door and stormed toward the building, fuming. He couldn't believe his dad would pull something like this just to mess with him.All he wanted was to be left alone, to live life on his terms."Stupid fucking bullshit," he muttered, stopping by the door. There was a guy in a navy blue uniform standing there. Campus control, probably."Can I help you, sir?" the guy asked.Jackson let out a deep breath and pulled out his wallet. The security guard's hand hovered over his gun, his eyes locked on Jackson.Jackson searched for his campus ID and flashed it to the man in front of him. The security leant forward and un-holsterd his flashlight. Jackson pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration."Head up."Jackson did as he was told, showing his face fully to the man in front of him. After a other double check the security motioned for him to pass.Putting his wallet back, Jackson muttered a sarcastic, "Thanks," before disappearing inside. As soon as he stepped in, his
After classes, Jackson and Azalea decided to head to their usual spot under the tree to knock out their assignments. It was their go-to place because, recently, they both found their rooms a bit... suffocating. Being outside, in the fresh air, felt like a relief.But today, even the quiet under the tree felt loud—maybe even louder than it ever had before. They had been sitting in silence for the past twenty minutes, neither one of them speaking a word.Jackson had thought getting her a coffee would ease the tension, maybe help break the silence, but instead, it seemed to make it worse. She'd only taken one sip when he handed it to her, and since then, the cup had just sat there, forgotten between them.Jackson shaded in his triangle for his mathematic question and finally took a glance at her. When he did she quickly looked away, grabbing her cup of coffee and took a long sip from it.Jackson couldn't believe it. Had she been staring that entire time? The young boy couldn't shake the
After Azalea found herself stuck on the same paragraph her professor had assigned for what felt like forever, she finally gave up and decided a bathroom break was in order. Maybe stepping away would clear her head a little.When she got there, she was relieved to find it empty. Setting her bag down on the floor, she turned the tap on and leaned forward, letting the cool water wash over her hands before splashing it onto her face.She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, feeling the water dripping down her skin. With her hands resting on the counter, Azalea stared at her reflection in the mirror. The sound of the running water filled the room as she stood there, her thoughts spinning.Her brows knit into a frown as her mind drifted, once again, to Jackson. She couldn't make sense of what was going on between them anymore. And the thing that really got her was, why now? Why was everything starting to feel so complicated all of a sudden?Azalea's attention snapped to the bathroom door
Azalea stirred slightly when she felt the soft tap on her head. "Wake up," a voice murmured, followed by a quiet chuckle that hung in the air for a moment.Reluctantly, she pulled the sheet higher, cocooning herself away from the harsh light streaming through the window, and from the weight of the day ahead."Leave me alone, Jackson," she muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible.A beat of silence passed before the sheets were suddenly yanked off, and Azalea let out a long, weary sigh."Come on, you can't hide forever," Jackson's voice was warm, almost teasing. "We need to grab our schedules. You've forgotten about school, haven't you, my dear friend?"Azalea's eyes narrowed at him from beneath the tangle of her hair, her expression sharp, but Jackson only responded with a grin, his dimple making a quiet, unmistakable appearance.A quiet sigh escaped him as he flopped into the blue beanbag on his side of the room. "By the way," he added, almost lazily, "Jett Fogger's throwi
After Azalea found herself stuck on the same paragraph her professor had assigned for what felt like forever, she finally gave up and decided a bathroom break was in order. Maybe stepping away would clear her head a little.When she got there, she was relieved to find it empty. Setting her bag down on the floor, she turned the tap on and leaned forward, letting the cool water wash over her hands before splashing it onto her face.She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, feeling the water dripping down her skin. With her hands resting on the counter, Azalea stared at her reflection in the mirror. The sound of the running water filled the room as she stood there, her thoughts spinning.Her brows knit into a frown as her mind drifted, once again, to Jackson. She couldn't make sense of what was going on between them anymore. And the thing that really got her was, why now? Why was everything starting to feel so complicated all of a sudden?Azalea's attention snapped to the bathroom door
After classes, Jackson and Azalea decided to head to their usual spot under the tree to knock out their assignments. It was their go-to place because, recently, they both found their rooms a bit... suffocating. Being outside, in the fresh air, felt like a relief.But today, even the quiet under the tree felt loud—maybe even louder than it ever had before. They had been sitting in silence for the past twenty minutes, neither one of them speaking a word.Jackson had thought getting her a coffee would ease the tension, maybe help break the silence, but instead, it seemed to make it worse. She'd only taken one sip when he handed it to her, and since then, the cup had just sat there, forgotten between them.Jackson shaded in his triangle for his mathematic question and finally took a glance at her. When he did she quickly looked away, grabbing her cup of coffee and took a long sip from it.Jackson couldn't believe it. Had she been staring that entire time? The young boy couldn't shake the
Jackson slammed his car door and stormed toward the building, fuming. He couldn't believe his dad would pull something like this just to mess with him.All he wanted was to be left alone, to live life on his terms."Stupid fucking bullshit," he muttered, stopping by the door. There was a guy in a navy blue uniform standing there. Campus control, probably."Can I help you, sir?" the guy asked.Jackson let out a deep breath and pulled out his wallet. The security guard's hand hovered over his gun, his eyes locked on Jackson.Jackson searched for his campus ID and flashed it to the man in front of him. The security leant forward and un-holsterd his flashlight. Jackson pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration."Head up."Jackson did as he was told, showing his face fully to the man in front of him. After a other double check the security motioned for him to pass.Putting his wallet back, Jackson muttered a sarcastic, "Thanks," before disappearing inside. As soon as he stepped in, his
Azie was jolted awake by the loud blare of her alarm. She pitched herself out of sleep, nearly toppling out of bed. Groggily, she reached over, fumbling for her phone, and quickly swiped it to silence the alarm.After last night, and the crazy mix of the party and the late-night trek back to the dorm, she was definitely feeling the effects of it all. That familiar buzz of tipsiness still lingered in her system, making her head feel a bit foggy. She hadn't expected to crash as soon as she did, but as soon as her head hit the pillow, sleep took over.It was only now, in the quiet of the morning, that she realized the phone still clutched in her hand. She brushed a strand of her red-orange hair out of her face, trying to shake off the grogginess, and finally took a good look at the screen.She noticed a notification and pressed on it. The phone opened automatically, taking her to the chat.𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙱𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙴𝚗𝚐?
Azalea set her last cup down with a satisfying thud, and Jackson followed suit. A small crowd had gathered around the big dining room table, which was large enough to fit ten people comfortably. The energy in the room was high, and everyone seemed to be buzzing with excitement for the impending challenge."Okay, you understand the rules, right?" Jackson asked, raising an eyebrow as he adjusted his stance."Yes, we had this conversation five minutes ago," Azalea replied, her voice dripping with playful annoyance.Jackson smirked, leaning back slightly. "Okay, no need to shame me in front of the boys, babe," he teased, winking and motioning his head to the group of guys watching them. A few of them let out a collective "ooo," causing Azalea to shake her head with a reluctant smile."Just prepare to get a tattoo after this," she shot back, not missing a beat.Jackson grinned. "Only if it's of your name. Then, sure."With a shrug, he opened his bag of almonds—something they'd both agreed
Azalea glanced at her reflection in the mirror, eyeing the outfit she'd picked out. The green dress she had originally considered was absolutely ridiculous, so she tossed it aside in favor of something bolder—a red one that at least made her feel like she was in control. She wasn't thrilled about tagging along to Jett's dumb frat party, but she figured it was better to play nice, especially since Jackson had her schedule. She needed that schedule—desperately—since classes started tomorrow and she was already behind on a few things.And if that wasn't enough, after the whole pool fiasco, Azalea had to track Jackson down again to ask which books she needed for her classes. It was like having a damn parrot on her shoulder for the rest of the day, him repeating the same thing over and over just to get under her skin."Oh, come on, Azie," he had said, that smirk still plastered on his face. "This is just me having fun."She'd rolled her eyes. "No, actually, this is you trying to annoy me,
As the pissed-off redhead stormed back to the dorm, she couldn't stop thinking about all the ways she'd get back at Jackson. So, what was she pissed about? Well, not only did he drag her out of a perfectly good nap, but he also made her wait in a ridiculous line for two hours to pick up a schedule that he knew he had taken.Yeah, she could buy a new one for a buck, but she had sworn off spending any more money here beyond what her tuition covered. She was already broke enough as it was.Azalea burst into the room again, and Jackson, still sitting there staring at his phone with a frown, looked up at her. Yeah, he hadn't moved an inch. He needed to see her reaction when she realized he was about to make her last year a total nightmare."Where's my schedule?" Azalea demanded, her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at Jackson."Uh, the office?" he replied casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He gave a soft chuckle, then snapped a photo of her, no doubt to a
Azalea stirred slightly when she felt the soft tap on her head. "Wake up," a voice murmured, followed by a quiet chuckle that hung in the air for a moment.Reluctantly, she pulled the sheet higher, cocooning herself away from the harsh light streaming through the window, and from the weight of the day ahead."Leave me alone, Jackson," she muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible.A beat of silence passed before the sheets were suddenly yanked off, and Azalea let out a long, weary sigh."Come on, you can't hide forever," Jackson's voice was warm, almost teasing. "We need to grab our schedules. You've forgotten about school, haven't you, my dear friend?"Azalea's eyes narrowed at him from beneath the tangle of her hair, her expression sharp, but Jackson only responded with a grin, his dimple making a quiet, unmistakable appearance.A quiet sigh escaped him as he flopped into the blue beanbag on his side of the room. "By the way," he added, almost lazily, "Jett Fogger's throwi