Clover–
"WHAT IS THIS?!" I screamed and threw my pants at the bathroom wall. To my surprise, when I took them off it was not sweat that I found, but some sort of cherry smelling, sticky liquid. Had the smell been coming from me this whole time?! I just thought Jackson was into those nasty cherries that Carson likes to eat.
"That bastard!" He's the reason this is happening. I just know it! I had been feeling weird ever since I smelled his delicious cinnamon aroma…
"Drip."
More of the liquid flowed out of me and dribbled onto the checkered tiles. "Hnngh." I held onto the bathroom counter for support. It was seriously hot in my house too. Maybe I was catching a fever? I bet if Jackson put his hand on my head it would feel better. No! Wait! I want Jackson's hand in my…
"GAH! What is wrong with me?! I hate Jackson. I don't like him or his thick fingers." I hobbled over to the shower and turned the water on cool.
The cold water calmed me down a bit. Unlike Florida where "cold" meant room temperature this water was freezing. Which was a good thing, as I had been this close to calling Jackson back over. Wait… did I even have his number?
I tiptoed out of the shower, feeling myself begin to heat up again as I stepped out. "Eww." I gingerly picked up my soggy pants and fished my phone out of the front pocket. As I scrolled through my contacts I couldn't find a "Jackson" anywhere. However, I did find a "Babe <3," and considering the fact that I don't have a girlfriend, there was only one crazy bastard it could be.
"When'd he even put his number in my phone?" I muttered, clicking on the contact to change the name to something more fitting. Something like "Bastard."
"Ring."
Crap. I accidentally pressed the call button. I could hang up now and pretend it was a butt dial… orrrr I could always just wait until he answered that way…
"Hff. What is it, baby?" Jackson's deep voice rumbled through the phone.
"Ngh." I covered my mouth. The cherry scent was growing strong again.
"Ugh, what are you doing?"
What was he doing? His voice was much rougher than usual. "Hold… hold on." I jumped back in the cold shower. I was going to do something I'd regret if I didn't come to my senses soon.
"Are you feeling okay, Clover?" He actually sounded a little concerned.
"Ne… never better!" I watched in horror as my little guy stood straight up. "No! No way!"
"Clover?"
I tried to think about something that would kill this feeling Jackon was giving me. Grandma titties, broccoli, Jackson's veiny forearms… "Bad! Go down!"
"Who are you talking to?!" He sounded a bit angry now. It was kind of hot…
"No. I don't like that!" Jackson's angry voice is stupid. Jackson is stupid. And, I am a heterosexual.
"Do doo doo do doo."
What?! Why was he Facetiming me?! I couldn't let him see me in this state! "Hang up. Hang up. Hang up!" I repeatedly pressed the "x," but my fingers weren't working, likely due to the condensation that had accumulated on my phone after bringing it into the shower with me.
"SHIT!"
"Are you in the shower?" His face appeared on my screen, his eyes widened with surprise. It looked like he was still in his car… maybe he could turn around and come back.
No! I had to control myself! Actually seeing his face was making my situation much worse for some reason. "Uhh… yeah. I like to be clean and stuff. You know?" I panted. Smooth.
"Oh really?" He chuckled. "You seemed like a mess when I took you home from school today."
"Well that was because!" I paused. "None of your business actually."
"Oh? Well how about I make it my business?" He smiled. It wasn't a happy smile though, rather it appeared to be more of a ticked off one. It was the same look he had given me earlier today when I refused to go with him to the nurses office.
You know, maybe I should tell him. He'd look pretty hot beating Brock to a pulp. That cocky bastard would never try to pick a fight with me again. That was for sure. Actually! Maybe I could just have Jackson stand behind me while I beat him up. That would be even better! That asshole couldn't lay a finger on me with that monster watching my back! And, even if he did, Jackon would just kick his teeth in. It was a win win!
On the other hand… it would be bad for me to be known as the top dogs "bitch." That's like the most uncool thing you could be as a guy. It'd be like I got thrown in prison and then immediately found the biggest guy there and grabbed his pocket. Everyone would think I'm a wuss! It would also ruin my chances with any of the girls at school, because people would think I was, you know, gay.
"Fine. I'll find out with or without your help. I'd rather we discuss who you were talking to in the shower anyways." He wiggled his eyebrow playfully.
"Oh… that. I uhh… I just like to talk to myself in the shower. Some people listen to music, some sing, and a lot have conversations with themselves. It's pretty normal." Man. I hope he bought that. I was just talking out of my ass. I didn't want that nutjob to think I was entertaining someone else in the shower. Who knew what he would do?"
"Is that so?" Jackson's lips curled into a shit-eating grin. "Then what exactly were you telling bad, go down?"
"…"
"Let me guess… it's the same thing I own that I was trying to make go down earlier?" He laughed. "I'm right aren't I?"
"I… I don't know what you're talking about idiot!" I shouted. I knew my cheeks had turned bright red from embarrassment. I always had a hard time controlling my expressions.
"I think you know what.' He whistled and pointed downwards.
"What?!" My eyes watered a bit. It would be impossible to tell with the shower running though. "I seriously have no idea what you're talking about, creep!" My previous perception of Jackson being nothing but a dense meat head started to crumble. Though, it didn't take a genius to figure out that I had been talking to my dick.
"Looks like I wasn't the only one having a hard time in the car. I noticed that you left a little mess in my seat." He flipped the camera around to show a damp spot where I had been sitting, scooping some up and rubbing it through his fingers.
"That's gross! DON'T! Don't touch that!" My eyes bulged in shock. I can't believe that goop had leaked through my pants. It was so embarrassing.
"Hmm? Why not?" He flipped the camera back around and licked the finger he had just been running through the spot I had made.
"WAHH!" I gasped, dropping my phone in surprise. It tumbled into the corner of the tub.
"Mmm, what a view."
"Eek!" I quickly picked up my phone. Water damage was the least of my concerns. I had just accidentally flashed Jackon my dick! This was the worst! Now he would know I was hard, and also know that it was probably because of him. "It's not what it looks like!" My voice came out higher than usual.
"Oh yeah? Then what exactly was I seeing?" He smiled. "Becuase it looks like to me that someone has a little boner."
"It's not little!" I retorted. "I'm average sized!"
"Sure." He laughed. "You didn't deny having a hard on though. I wonder how small it looks when soft."
"Shut… shut up! I bet it's bigger than yours!" I snapped back a little too quickly.
His eyes glinted. "Sounds like you just want to see mine because we both know that's not the case."
"Of course not!" For some reason I felt a tingle in my stomach. Surely it wasn't because I was excited about seeing his dick!
He flipped the camera around and started to slowly slide down his sweats. "Don't worry, your wish is my…"
"Knock, knock, knock."
Crap. My face paled, and I hung up the phone quickly. Of course I was going to hang up anyway. I didn't want to see his dick at all. Like, I wasn't even curious about whether or not he shaved down there.
"Clover, what are you doing in there? You've been in the shower since I've been home."
"Nothing mom! Just taking a shower!" My voice wavered a bit. Hopefully she wouldn't think something was up.
"… Alright. Finish up quickly! I brought us some takeout."
I waited to hear her footsteps moving away before I took a breath. She hadn't heard me right? RIGHT?! Well, at least her interruption had brought me to my senses. What was I about to do on the phone with Jackson?! Sure I had called him by accident, but it was my decision to stay on the phone and keep talking with him. I could've hung up whenever I wanted, it's not like he made me stay on the phone!
"Ugh, what is wrong with me?" I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. Hanging up the phone seemed to cure the earlier issue I was having. I checked my butt, but the only dampness I felt was water from the shower. Maybe I had been having incontinence or something? Wasn't I like way too young for that though?!
"Clover! Food's getting cold!"
Whatever. I could do some research tonight. That is, assuming the WIFI didn't go out again.