〰 Therapist - R.S.L 〰

Chapter 18 〰 Frenemies

Lia's POV

"What is parabola again?"

"Hmm, do you have a graph notebook?"

Jackson told me to come over for a little study date after Rydel had left, along with Ross a few minutes after. Being the nerdy me, I immediately accepted, grabbed my maths books and went to his place, glad to spend time with him since he isn't going to be at school tomorrow.

For the first time in a while, I felt my future was going to be finally sorted out. I have Jackson, I have my father and Rydel, but most importantly I had Ross. Talking about Jackson in that way was off of me to overcome...for all I knew, I couldn't possibly think that my first relationship would be a perfect one, that's never how lucky my life is.

But that's my problem, pessimism. I never oversaw my future properly. I only survived but I never lived.

All I currently tried to do was enjoy having good company, doing something I love with a person I like.

I smiled at Jackson's question, taking the notebook from his hands and started drawing the coordinates plan with him behind me, watching closely.

"We could have a simple equation first, such as x-1," I paused, drawing a small table.

I've never tried to tutor anyone before, or even have a study buddy, but I knew studying with Jackson would be a new kind of fun. "And we would substitute x with -3,-2, -1, 0, 1, 2 and 3, and the y, or f(x) would be the solution to the equation and so we will place them on the graph, connect the dots of the coordinates and voila, you have a parabola."

I turned to him, beaming widely to find his gaze glued to me. His eyes were mesmerizing, ice blue and very dreamy. His thick eyelashes were no where near fair with mine, and his pink lips were perfectly carved and kissable.

It was the first time I had ever considered a boy beautiful.

"You're too hot for a nerd," he mumbled making me giggle lightly, pushing my glasses upwards to turn on my back. His eyes checked me out, slightly narrowing as he passed by every inch.

I had to admit I was doomed with his stares, maybe even slightly uncomfortable, but a huge part of me loved how he admired me.

"You're too beautiful for a dork."

"But I'm your dork," his serious features lit up in a winking grin and I fell completely backwards, chuckling.

It held back everything in me to not test his lips on mine again... I was determined to have at least a peck just to feel how they land on me. To test the waters with his lips just once more. To be madly dedicated to his kisses.

And just as if he was reading my thoughts, his lips landed on me.

I furrowed my eyebrows slightly at the not very new feeling and kissed him skillfully. I was pouring my feelings through my lips, expecting a spark from his, but it sadly hit me that my feeling can't change anybody else's.

My lips fit perfectly with him, almost as if they were made to be planted on each other, just the way my body felt peace in his arms.

I was greedy to want more and I knew that too well...

His lips had trailed wet kisses down my neck as his hand on my waist started to lower to my discomfort. I internally panicked and felt my entire body shiver. The peace I found in him slowly slipped into fear, one that made my hands slightly touch his chest to push away softly.

"Jackson," I croaked out, letting his eyes meet my worried, bright hazel ones. They were far from from holding the darkness of lust.

"Is everything alright?"