6 Step 1

My feet rushed upon seeing Jackson. This time I had been seeking him out. Jackson laid in the opposite end of the football bleachers with two fellow members of the basketball team. His back end promptly straightened itself on the metal support beam pf the bleachers whilst the two jocks faced him. The three chuckled boorishly.

"Jackson!" I panted upon reaching him. O'Conner rustled his eyebrows at my present state. A few heaving breaths escaped my lips. My breaths soon soothed into a natural follow, I straightened myself to eye him. "Are there any restrictions? Rules?"

Jackson freely chuckled. "Found something interesting?" he inquired.

"Maybe." I smirked, "Are there?"

Jackson shrugged his shoulder, withholding his lips pressed up as his eyes rose up. "I guess not, as long as we are clear on the terms. The terms of how this began," he settled his eyes, in suggestively superior presence, unto mine.

I slowly examined him. "We are."

"No rules, no restrictions. Do as you please." he tucked an arm around my neck, pulling us from his teammates, "Did you figure out step one?"

A slow chuckle escaped my lips. "Why do you think I came here?"

Jackson released his arm from my neck. He patted unto my back as he re approached the two he had been with.

I hadn't know if it had been wrong. Or right for that matter. I slipped a crack in Freya Scott's defenses. A slip I devised to with take advantage of. An eagerness replaced itself with my weary, an eagerness to prove myself right. My mind swirled with the envision of Freya's reaction, and displacement upon me.

There was another teed bit to Freya Scott's reputation that may find itself misrepresented. Supposedly, Freya Scott had a lengthy history of born and bred in an church environment. Freya Scott straight as a pole or twisted just as the highways through the mountain tops?

Later that afternoon

Kayla and I settled ourselves seated into a booth at our beloved coffee house: Starbucks. With coffee's in hand, Kayla and I rambled over not so relevant topics until I choose to swap the topic. I planted my cup unto the table after slipping a single sip of a espresso.

"So, I came up with step one," my eyes laid still on my cup, I rose them easily to meet Kayla's predictable eagerness. I explained gradually how I came unto the concept before entailing what I had in mind. Kayla interrupted before I could tell her my proposal.

"No," Kayla distressed her voice, "That's cruel Lacey. All you need to do is get close to her, not destroy her. Do you know what that will be like? What if she falls for you?"

I lent further forward into my seat, "Come on Kayla," I exhaled, "I'm not aiming to hurt her. I just want to give her a little push, that's all. You didn't see her..."

Kayla shook her head, frowning. "You're right, I didn't. Are you sure it isn't that you're just fascinated with her?"

I slide my inner lip between my teeth as I clenched unto it. Kayla had been right. I couldn't tell her for certain that it wasn't the case. More evidently, I incapable of telling the outcome. I clung unto my coffee, altering my eyes from Kayla's.

"I'll be careful," I mumbled, "I will only tease her..."

Kayla sighed heavily. "Fine," she inserted the length of her arm to elbow unto our table, "Since there's no convincing you otherwise. What's step one?"

A devious smile glided upon my lips. My eyes shifted to hers in satisfaction.

"Oh my god, you're just as bad as O'Conner. I see why you two are friends," Kayla referred to my change in attitude.

I lifted my shoulders innocently. I scooted further to meet the table against my stomach. "So here's step one..."

Step one had been blatantly obvious; get close to her. It was how I determined to go about it that hadn't been as distinguishable, after all, I couldn't allow Freya to withdraw from me. I came to the conclusion this scheme would have to be further beyond the campus grounds. I, Lacey Bennett, was going to seek myself out a job.