Over and Out

Emma Hamilton is dealing with being a senior while having a crush on Jackson Reeder who she can't seem to shake. With her two best friends as side kicks at her side, can she take the heat or will she melt under school and the pressure of the guy?


20. Grumpy Pants

"So..." Jackson said.

We were sitting in my driveway and his car was still running. 

"I had fun at dinner." I smiled at him trying to break the ice.

"I'm really sorry about my grandma, she just says whatever she feels like sometimes," his cheeks started turning red.

I laughed lightly,

"It's okay. You don't need to apologize, I really had a great time."

"Good, because I don't think we can be friends anymore if my family doesn't like you..." he looked at me dead on. 

I swallowed a lump in my throat and felt a little insecure,

"Oh, well then I'm good I passed the test," I forced a smile.

He looked at me with dead eyes for a couple seconds longer and then cracked a smile,

"Im just joking Hamilton," he nudged my elbow.

"Ha, ha ha, funny," I rolled my eyes.

I felt a buzz in my coat jacket and pulled out my phone,

"Sorry," I held it up, "I have to check this,"

Jacksons phone beeped too,

"That's weird," he looked at me.

I shrugged my shoulders motioning that I had no idea what was going on. 

I unlocked my phone and went to my email box. 

"It's from the school," I said clicking on the email.

"Due to a recent burst in a pipe, school has been cancelled for Monday, September 16th." Jackson read the email out loud.

"So there's no school tomorrow?" I looked at the email one more time and then at Jackson.

"I guess not," he put his phone in one of the cup holders.

I locked my phone and put it back in my pocket,

"Well I'm not going to complain about that," I unbuckled my seatbelt. 

I opened up the door, hopped out and pushed it shut. I started walking up my steps to my front door when I heard Jacksons car door slam too. I turned around and placed my hands in my back pockets.

"Emma, wait.." he jogged up the steps. 

Next thing I knew he was standing on the same step as me and I was looking in to his green eyes. 

"Y,yeah?" I stuttered.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" he looked at me straight on.

Was this it? Was Jackson finally going to ask me out on a date?

"I don't know, I mean since there's no school I guess I don't really have any plans. Why?" I said quietly. I was shaking and felt like I was going to throw up.

"Well, I need to go to the mall to get my mom a present for her birthday. I know it doesn't sound like the best thing to do on a day off, but would you wanna help me pick out a present for her?" he crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows up at me.

They got lost underneath his shaggy hair and so did my shaking hands. He was asking me to help him pick out a present for his mom? Seriously?

"Yeah, sure." I said in a flat tone.

"Really,?" he looked at me with a surprised face.

"Yeah, why not" I rolled my eyes and faked a smile.

"You're the best Hamilton." he lightly slapped my arm with his hand and then started walking down the steps.

I rolled my eyes as soon as his back was to me and turned around to finish walking up to my front door.

"I'll pick you up at eleven?" I heard is voice behind me.

"Sounds good" I yelled without turning my head. 

I got my key out of my coat pocket and and opened up my front door. I closed my door and walked over to my couch and flopped on my back on it. I grabbed a pillow, put it over my face and screamed.

"Would you like to go on a date tomorrow Emma?"

"Really? I never thought you'd ask! I'd love to Jackson!," "Oh, wait, that's because you never will!" I steamed again into the pillow.

I don't know why I continuously waste my time with him. You think by now I'd have learned my lesson and realize that he doesn't like me. I got up and turned off all the lights down stairs so I could go up to my room and fall asleep in misery again. 


It was eleven o'clock on the dot and Jackson just pulled up into my driveway.

I moped out of my house and into his truck.

"Well hello there miss ray of sunshine," Jackson joked.

I gave him the stink eye and closed the car door.

"What's wrong?" he asked sounding the least bit concerned.

"Nothing. Just drive," I said with a little bit of a attitude.

"Okay," he mumbled to himself. 

He backed the car out of my driveway and stormed off to the stop sign. I sat there keeping my eyes glued to the window.  Part of me wanted to pretend that this was a date but I knew that wasn't healthy or a normal thing to do and I would only just be leading myself on.

The entire car ride was silent and twenty minutes later Jackson pulled into our sports authority store parking lot that connected through the rest of the mall.

"Your mom's into sports?" I asked confused.

"Sort of, she's into football. Packers specifically," he turned the car off.

We both got out of the car. I walked over to the drivers side and Jackson put his keys in his pockets. He started walking to the front door and I awkwardly walked next to him. 

"I thought we could go to Finish Line and check out some of their sweatshirts. My mom's been hinting that she wants one for a while," he kept walking.

We made our way to the automatic sliding doors and made our way into the sports authority store. There was group of girls and the register that was right by the doors who immediately started checking Jackson out as soon as we walked in.

Jackson put his hands in his pockets and didn't seem to notice that almost every girl near him was staring at him, including me.

We walked through the store to the exit and Jackson didn't say a word to me. 

"You know, there are about forty girls in there who would be happy to give you their number if you're ever feeling lonely," we left the store and made it into the mall.

"What?" he looked back, "No there weren't," he shook his head back and forth.

"Are you kidding me, you seriously did no see all those girls checking you out?" I gawked. 

"Wow, men really are oblivious," I scoffed.

"Apparently," he laughed and rolled his eyes, "besides, I'm not interested." 

I pretended not to hear that last part so I wouldn't have to ask why and then hear about the girl who he's been thinking about, and instead asked,

"Where's Finish Line?"

"It's coming up on the left." 

We kept walking and I kept noticing girls staring at Jackson. My heart started beating fast and I felt myself getting pissed. Even though I wasn't on a date with him, I couldn't help how I felt. Did I like how I felt? No. My life would be a whole lot easier if I didn't like him. 

"Here it is," Jackson interrupted my thoughts and took a left into a store.

I looked up and saw a white sign that had the words "FINISH LINE" in all caps lit up. The outside was read and had all of the Wisconsin sport teams logo's outside. I walked in and saw sweatshirts, t-shirts, sweatpants, hats, keychains, and pretty much everything else everywhere. Each section was separated by team. I looked around and saw the back of Jackson's head in the Packer section. I walked over and saw two guys who looked about our age sitting at the checkout counter watching a football game that was on a flat screen that was hanging up on the wall opposite of them. I checked out the game and saw that the Ravens and Patriots were playing. I got a confused look on my face and walked over to Jackson.

"You do know you're in the men's section, right?" I chuckled.

"Huh? Oh, no. I didn't," he looked around and rubbed the back of his head, "Obviously I'm not the best shopper," he laughed. 

"It's okay, there's the women's section," I pointed at three racks over.

We walked over and he started looking at sweatshirts that were hanging up.

"Are you guys finding everything okay?" 

A male voice behind me asked and I turned around to nod and say yes but go caught off guard. He had blonde hair and blue eyes that were so blue, I couldn't stop staring at them. He was wearing a dark grey sweatshirt that had the Packer logo on it with jeans and nike shoes. He was so handsome I lost my train of thought,

"Yeah, I think so," Jackson said.

I opened my mouth to say something but couldn't find the words to say,

"Emma?" Jackson said.

I snapped out of it and turned around, 

"Yeah?" I said embarrassed. 

"Do you think my mom would like this?" he held up a pink sweatshirt that had a big 'G' on it that was bedazzled.

"Umm...." I said softly trying not hurt his feelings.

"Its horrible, isn't it," he laughed.

I nodded and laughed too.

"Maybe it's just me, but when I wear a sweatshirt that has something to do with football, I like to wear the actual color of the team," I shrugged my shoulders, "And no bedazzles either," I held up my hands, "No offense," I grinned.

He put he sweatshirt back on the rack,

"Thank God I have you. Okay, how about this one?" 

He held up a dark green sweatshirt that had the teams name in a gold yellow with a gold yellow hood to match,

"I like that one. But it's kind of plain.."

He sighed and put it back,

"Sorry, I'm probably begin a pain in the butt," I apologized.

"No, you're actually being a huge help. Thanks," he smiled at me.

I shyly smiled back.

"Sorry, I couldn't help but over hear. I think I know what sweatshirt your girlfriend might like," the handsome young man said behind us.

Jackson and I both averted our eyes over to him and watched him walk down two racks and pull out a grey sweatshirt hat had the teams name and logo in dark green. It had a zipper half way up starting and the bottom the the chest up to the color and was a spandex material. He held it up for both of us to see,

"What do you think?" He looked at me.

I looked at Jackson and then at the worker,

"Well, I mean..." I smiled lightly trying to be as polite as possible.

"You're girlfriend is tough," the worker looked at Jackson and smiled.

"We're not dating," I said in a harsh tone. 

I was tired of saying that because I wish we were. And every time I had to say we weren't it just kept branding it into my brain.

"Sorry," he smiled, "I just assumed you had a boyfriend," he kept smiling at me.

I noticed Jackson looking at me and I felt my cheeks getting red.

Jackson cleared his throat,

"What else do ya got?" he looked at me and then the worker.

"Let me see.." he turned around and went through the clothes on the rack.

Jackson turned to me and laughed in a whisper,

"He thinks he's so smooth," he rolled his eyes.

"Huh?" I said confused.

"Emma, he's obviously hitting on you." he said looking at me like I was stupid.

"He was?" I looked at the back of the worker and then smiled.

"Yeah, he was. And he's doing a shitty job of it too," he sneered.

I ignored what he said and tried to pretend like I didn't hear what he said.

"How about this one?" the worker turned around and held up a white fleece zip up that had the Green Bay Packer's logo on one side of the chest and then the team name written down the opposite side's arm. 

I stared at if for a while pretending to contemplate it even though I was secretly stealing looks at the eye candy who was holding it up.

"What do you think?" he said smiling at me.

"Yeah Emma, what do you think?" Jackson crossed his arms and looked at me.

I gave Jackson my bug eyes and then smiled nicely at the worker,

"I like it,"

"Good," he smiled back.

"We'll take it," Jackson walked over to the guy and snatched the sweatshirt from him.

He walked over to the counter and set it down. I walked up next to him and turned around to check out the score. The Ravens were up by eleven and it was the third quarter. 

The other worker at the counter started checking Jackson out as cutie walked behind the counter and rested his elbows on it.

"Who do you think will win?" He said.

I turned my head to the side so I was facing him, 

"I don't know. Tough call, but I bet the Patriots will win," I looked back at the T.V.

"The Patriots?! No way! Raven's are the best at having the possession and their turnover ratio is way too good for those guys. Besides, their kicking their butts by eleven points," he stared at the T.V. some more.

"So? The Patriots have won twelve out of seventeen games so far, and they have Tom Brady as their quarter back who was drafted in the sixth round. So that's got to say something. Plus their defense is awesome. They have Michael Buchanan and Dominique Easley. They won't go down without a fight." I rested my right elbow on the counter.

All the guys looked at me and stared.

"What?" I said.

"Nothing, I just wasn't expecting that out of you." he said.

"Expecting what? A girl to know a little something about football?" I joked.

"Honestly, no" he laughed.

"Oh really?' I raised my eyebrow, "Quiz me" I turned all the way around so we were completely facing each other.

"Alright, whose the Patriots back up QB?"

"Jimmy Garappolo"

"Whose the head coach for the Panthers?"

"Ron Rivera"

"Whose the TE for the Colts?"

"Dwayne Allen, Jack Doyle, and Coby Fleener for the Active and Eric Swoope for the Practice Squad," I smirked.

"Who won the Super Bowl at the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum in 1967?"

"Duh, the Green Bay Packers,"




"St. Louis"


"Pittsburg Steelers, they won with 27 points against Arizona Cardinals with 23 points,"

He looked at shocked,

"Whoa, you do know your football,"

I smirked,

"Told ya,"

"Okay, last question,"

"Go for it,"

"What's my name?" 

I stopped and stared at him. I had no idea what this answer was. His eyebrows were raised and he had a smile on his face,

"You don't know, do ya?" he kept smiling.

"No," I frowned.

"It's Ben," he smiled.

Before I could say anything back Jackson interrupted,

"Well it was nice to meet you Ben, and this whole trivia crack was awesome but we gotta get going," he lightly grabbed my arm and then he bag on the counter and started pulling me away

I smiled embarrassingly back at Ben and then stopped off with Jackson.

I stopped a few steps away from store.

"Seriously? He was cute!" I quietly yelled.

"He was annoying!" Jackson quielty yelled back.

"Oh whatever," I crossed my arms over my chest and rolled my eyes.

"Stop rolling your eyes!" he said loudly.

"Oh, I"m sorry does it bug you?"

"Yes, it really does!" he said back.

I rolled my eyes quickly and kept doing it until I felt a pat on the back of my shoulder,

"Hey," I said as I saw Ben behind me.

"You left something in there," he smiled at me.

"I did? Shoot, was it my phone?" I pressed my coat pockets to see if I could feel it's silhouette.

"This," he smiled and gave me a piece of paper. 

"See you later," he waved and walked off.

My face was burning up as I watched him walk off. As he was walking turned his head around and smiled at me over his shoulder. I shyly waved back and then turned back around to Jackson once Ben was gone. I unfolded the paper and saw that it had his number written in it. I smiled to myself and felt good that someone noticed me.

"Are you ready to go now?" Jackson said already turning around.

"Whatever you say grumpy pants," I laughed and caught up to him.

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