Mag-log inJACK'S POVThe bell rang, cutting straight through Professor Rachelle's explanation.She glanced at the clock before setting the marker down."I'll stop here for today, but before you leave, let me remind you of what's expected." Her gaze swept across the classroom. "This isn't just another written assignment. Social Science is about understanding people, so over the course of this semester, you're going to understand the person assigned to be your project partner."She paused for a while, and began walking through the middle of the class. "Each pair is expected to spend at least five hours together outside school. You'll interview one another, visit at least one place together, and by the end of the semester, you'll present a project titled..." She smiled. "'Who My Partner Really Is.'""Your presentation won't be about your partner's favorite color or what they eat for breakfast. I want you to understand who they really are… their values, habits, goals, fears, strengths, weaknesses."
AARON'S POVPaired with Jack Pierce?No.My stomach dropped.Out of every single person Professor Rachelle could have paired me with...It had to be him?My pulse started hammering against my ribs.This couldn't be happening.Working with Jack as my project partner didn't mean sitting beside him for just one lecture.It meant weeks.Weeks of meetings. Weeks of conversations. Weeks of being close enough to smell his cologne, hear him laugh, watch him smile at other people while I stood there pretending none of it affected me.It meant trying to act normal around the one person who turned my brain into mush every single time he looked at me.No.I couldn't do that.I had barely survived sitting beside him for the last twenty minutes. I couldn't even pick up a stupid textbook without embarrassing myself.My face burned every time our eyes met.I had walked into a locker because I had been staring at him.I had cut my hand because I had been distracted by him.And somehow, I still couldn'
JACK'S POVEvery step Aaron took toward my desk looked reluctant. His shoulders were stiff, and his grip tightened around the strap of his bag.The professor had already gone back to writing across the whiteboard by the time he reached my row.He stopped beside the empty chair, glanced at me once, then quietly pulled it out.He sat down carefully, leaving as much space between us as the chair would allow, his bag resting awkwardly on his lap before he finally placed it on the floor.The little towel-wrapped ice pack was still in his hand. Without thinking, my eyes drifted to the bandage taped across his forehead.Then, I recalled how he had walked into that locker.Earlier, he had said it didn't hurt much but I could tell he was lying.Aaron looked up and our eyes met for a brief moment. Almost immediately, he turned his face toward the front of the class, pretending to be deeply interested in whatever the professor was explaining.I did the same too."Open your textbooks to page fort
AARON'S POVHis hand stopped midway, like he had suddenly realized what he wanted to do. He let his hands fall back to his side.“It's… it's swelling already.” He murmured instead, gaze fixed on the sore spot.I swallowed hard.Did he see me walk into that locker? Fuck.How did he know I had an injury? My hair covered it slightly so it wasn't really noticeable. He definitely saw me walk into that locker.My knees nearly buckled.“Yeah.” I forced out, my voice low. “I know.”Another silence settled between us."I was heading to the clinic anyway," I added, awkwardly rubbing the sore spot again. "Before it gets worse."Jack glanced at my forehead once more before giving a small nod. "Good."I couldn't help wondering why he was standing here with me in the first place.Wasn't he supposed to be with that girl?The new girl. The same girl everyone had assumed was his date.My chest tightened.I shifted my bag higher on my shoulder. "So..." I cleared my throat. "I should go."He nodded si
AARON'S POVThe moment our fingers touched, I pulled my hand back quickly.I didn't even think.My body reacted before my brain could catch up.For half a second, the room seemed to disappear. There was only the warmth that had brushed against my skin and the stupid way my heart lurched because of something so small.It was ridiculous.I snatched the pen from the floor without looking at him and forced myself upright.Don't look at him.Just don't.I stared so hard at my answer sheet that the words blurred together.What was the question again?Something about...Shit.I had no idea.I swallowed, blinking several times before reading the sentence again.Still nothing.My brain refused to cooperate."Focus, Mr. Smithy." Professor Robin's voice cut through the silence.I looked up so quickly my neck almost cracked. "Huh?"He sighed dramatically from the front of the room."I mean..." He tapped his own paper with his pen. "Your test is in front of you. Not beside you."Heat flooded my fa
JACK'S POVI was already regretting agreeing to this.At home, mom had insisted. "Just make sure she gets to the administration office. That's all I'm asking."Apparently, "that's all" came with every student on campus staring at us. Though, Claire Beaumont didn't seem bothered in the slightest.She'd only moved into our aunt's house a couple of days ago while her parents stayed overseas to finish work. Claire was my cousin, and Mom had decided that made it my responsibility to walk her to the administration office on her first day.She walked beside me calmly, taking in the massive campus with quiet curiosity while I kept my eyes fixed straight ahead, pretending not to hear the whispers following us."Who's she?""She's gorgeous.""She looks expensive.""No wonder Jack rejected Vanessa.""She has to be the pretty date he mentioned yesterday."I rubbed a hand over my face.Pretty date?They were getting it all wrong. I never said my date partner was a girl. And besides, how can I ask
JACK’S POVAmused? That was an understatement.Throughout all the time I’d spent working as a sex worker, no client had ever taken the lead. I always took the lead because my job was to please them.But now, a nerdy boy had just asked if he could fuck me for a change. Not just any nerd but Aaron–
Jack’s PovI kept my distance, my steps quiet against the tiles as I followed him. I felt like a stalker but still Ididn’t stop. I also had no idea what I’d do with the information when I got it but still I pressedforward.Aaron moved quickly, his focus fixed ahead, unaware of me trailing beh
Jack's Pov.Aaron was trembling in my hands from fear. His eyes were blown wide, his lips shaking.God, his lips. He would tremble in my arms at the club for a different reason too.What the fuck am I thinking?His eyes glanced around, like a mouse in a trap. He probably didn’t expect to find himse
Jack's Pov.I sighed, increasing the volume of the music from my phone to drown out the rising voices.The company’s downfall hadn't been easy on my parents. Ever since the unfortunate day that we found that we'd lost everything, I'd oftentimes woken up to hear them bickering. It was getting worse

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