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?


16. Hope and Soup

Desmond Tuto once wrote, "Hope is being able to see that light despite all of the darkness." My darkness was that Jackson and I were just friends and that was we were every going to be. My light that I was seeing despite that darkness was that Jackson and I were friends. As hard as that was for me, I could put up with it because as long as we still talked and had fun moments together like we were having then my hope would still stay alive. 

"Okay, how 'bout this one" Jackson said while he took his last bite of food.

"Ain't Worth the Whiskey.." he said with a mouth full of soup.

"Cole Swindell" I smiled proudly and finished off the last bit of my soup as well.

"Damn Hamiliton. You do know your music" he put his spoon his his empty container

For the last fifteen minutes while we were eating our soup we started playing a game where Jackson would say the title of a song and I would have to guess the artist. So far, I was kicking butt. I reached over and grabbed his soup bowl and stacked it on to of mine and walked over to my sink. I opened up the cabinet and pulled out the garbage can and tossed the two containers in there.

"Okay, your turn." I said and then thought about a song I knew he wouldn't know.

"Think all you want Emma, but I'm good at this game." he smirked at me.

I leaned my back against the counter and crossed my arms, thinking long and hard,

"Okay. Try and get this one," I smiled at him, "Gotta Go My Own Way."

He looked at me and then narrowed his eyes,

"Sam Hunt,"

"Nope" I smiled proudly,

"Jason Aldean?"


I raised my left eyebrow up and looked at him waiting for an answer

"Eric Church?" he looked at me with sad eyes.

"Not even close" I shook my head.

"It's from High School Musical 2" I started laughing.

"How in the hell was I supposed to know that?!" I threw his arms up.

"You weren't, thats why I picked it." I walked over to him and patted his shoulder and then walked to the living room. 

He followed behind me and we both sat on the couch. He was on one end and I was on the other end.

He let out a huge sigh when he sat down,

"Man, it feels good to have a night in." he closed his eyes and put his hands behind his head.

"Do you party every weekend?" I grabbed one of my legs and put it underneath me. 

"Sort of," his eyes were still closed, "if me and the guys don't party then we usually just hang out in my garage and work on our bikes,"

"I don't think I could handle partying every weekend. I could barely handle last night." I smirked even though his eyes were still shut.

"You get used to it. Some times I don't drink and get stuck being the DD"

"Like you got stuck being mine," I suddenly felt really bad for taking away Jackson weekend of fun.

"You don't have to stay here. I know there's that party. It's only seven, if you leave now you'll have plenty of time," I took a throw pillow and placed it on my lap. I looked up at him and he opened one of his eyes,

"Emma Hamiliton, are you suggesting I go party?" he started smirking.

"Well, I, I mean, If you don't...I just thought-" I started stuttering.

"Nah, I'd rather chill here. Not really in the partying mood. Some of the guys are staring to piss me off anyways?" he opened up his other eye so both of his beautiful green eyes were on display.

"Who?" I swallowed a lump in my throat and started tracing the pattern on the pillow.

When there was no response I looked up at him,

"Who?" I asked curling up one side of my mouth in a smile.

"Wouldn't you like to know," he closed his eyes and smirked at me. 

I threw the pillow at his face and he sat up and threw it back at me,

"You're not supposed to hit girls!" I threw my hands up to guard myself.

"I'm sorry -what? Couldn't hear you," he grabbed the pillow on his end and threw that one at me too.

"I hate you" I lowered my eyes at him and then rolled them.

"No you don't" he stood up and looked at me.

"I should," I followed what he did and stood up.

"I'm just too handsome to hate," he did a fake hair flip.

"Yeah, but your not too cocky to punch." I flipped my own hair.


Jackson left that night around nine and I floated up to my room on cloud nine. I didn't know if Jackson and I hanging out on a Saturday night counted as a date or not. Probably not, but hey, no one needed to know that. I kept looking at my phone waiting to see if he'd text me but when there was nothing and it was forty five minutes later I decided to get ready for bed. I went to my bathroom and grabbed my face wash and starting washing my face. When I rinsed it off I looked in the mirror. My eyes had dark circlers under them along with bags and my face looked tired. I thought about how Jackson had hung out with me tonight and had to deal with my face looking like this but then realized that I didn't really care anymore. He had seen me drunk and with no make up on before so I shouldn't start caring now. I dried my face off with the towel that was hanging on the wall next to my sink and reached for my tooth brush. I scrubbed my teeth until I heard them squeak and then rinsed my mouth out. As I walked out of my bathroom and shut my light off I saw my phone lit up. I ran over to it and saw that Jackson had texted me,

"Break Up With Him," it read. 

My heart started racing and blood rushed to my face.

I shook while typing,


I sat on the edge of my bed shaking waiting for his response.

While I waited I went and grabbed a pair of pajamas and changed into them

When it dinged again it I practically jumped on my phone,

"Who's the artist?"

I let out a huge breath and tried to calm myself down from shaking,

"Old Dominion," I typed and smiled as I hit send.

He responded right away,

"Damn. You suck."

"Don't hate me cause you ain't me," I hit send.

"Ha ha ha. Very funny. Wanna go car shopping tomorrow since you bailed on me today?" he asked.

I smiled because I was hoping he would ask me that.

"I don't know..." I said trying hard to play hard to get.

"Ask me the name of a song and if I get it right then you have to go." he said.

I smiled because I wanted to go with him really badly. I wanted to hang out with him all the time and know all of his interests, what he loved, what he hated and just, well, him.

"And what if you get it wrong?"

"Then you still have to go" he responded quickly

Before I even typed my response he texted,

"But you get to drive my truck."

I smirked,

"Oh, you are so on."

I thought about a song he would never know, and then suddenly it came to my head,

"Nobody's Perfect." I typed and hit send.

Right away those three dots in a grey bubble popped up indicating that he was typing.

"Hannah Montana" the message send

"What?! How did you know that??" my jaw dropped.

"I have three younger girl cousins I got stuck babysitting when I was younger. That's all they would let me watch."

 "Looks like we're going" he said.

"But I wanted to drive the truck......" I said trying to play the guilt card.

"Guess you'll just have to win next time"

I rolled my eyes,

"Fine. Pick me up at ten."

"Goodnight Hamilton" he typed.

My heart started pounding,

"Goodnight Reeder." I scooted back on my bed and placed my phone on my night stand and got underneath my covers. 

I reached and turned my lamp off and got cozy again and closed my eyes. I felt myself finally drifting off and getting some real rest.

Ten minutes later my phone started ringing. I took my hand  and slapped in my nightstand until I found my phone. I opened my eyes but kept them squinted because the screen was like an LED flashlight right in my eyes,

"Hello?" I said in my groggy voice.

"Sun Daze" a male voice said. 

I smiled,

"Florida Georgia Line."

"Ugh, damnit!" he said.

"Goodnight Jackson," 

I said smiling and then pressed the end button. I fell back to sleep and slept like a baby the rest of the night.


I woke up around nine and started getting ready. I made my bed and then showered. I finished up in my bathroom and then went to get dressed. I checked the weather on my phone and saw that it was going to reach high of fifty today. I reached in my closet and grabbed my favorite loose long sleeved navy blue striped shirt and a pair of my dark denim skinny jeans. I got dressed and walked over to my dresser and did my makeup and threw my hair up in a pony tail. I put on a pair of socks, grabbed my purse and phone and then spritzed a few squirts of my favorite perfume on my wrists and neck before I ran down stairs. I put my purse down and threw my phone in there. As I looked up I saw Jackson pulling in my drive way. I put on my riding boots and slung my purse over my shoulder so it rested diagonal on my opposite him and waited by the door, more like shaking by the door, for him to ring the door bell.

When it finally rang I smiled and then opened up the door,

"Ready?" he asked with his hands in his pockets.

"Can I drive the truck?" I raised my eyebrows and smiled big.

"Still a no" he chuckled and shook his head.

"Then I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be," I rolled my eyes and walked out of my house and shut the door behind me.

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