Hey Ama

Ama's pov:

Hey! My name is Ama.

I'm 18 years old, and I just became a senior at Westbrook High School.

I have an older brother named George, and his best friend, Jackson, has been part of our lives since childhood. Those two are practically inseparable. Wherever George goes, Jackson is never too far behind.

Jackson is always showing up at our house, looking for my brother. They do everything together, from hanging out to going on random adventures. Sometimes, I wonder if Jackson even has a home of his own because he practically lives at ours.

Unfortunately, that means I'm stuck with him.

And trust me, being around Jackson is a full-time headache.

He's always been a jerk. Messing with my hair, stealing things from my hands, making annoying comments, and finding new ways to get on my nerves are some of his favorite hobbies. He acts like annoying me is his personal mission, and the worst part is how much he enjoys it.

Honestly, I hate him for it.

But somehow, everyone else seems to adore him.

Jackson is one of the most popular guys at Westbrook High. He's a racer, ridiculously handsome, and has that effortless confidence that makes girls lose their minds. His messy hair, charming smile, and those stupidly attractive eyes are enough to make half the school forget how to behave whenever he walks by.

Girls practically throw themselves at him, and he knows exactly how much attention he gets.

Every girl wants Jackson.

Every single one of them.

Except me.

I know better than to fall for his pretty face and annoying charm.

And I intend to keep it that way.

The school cafeteria was unusually crowded that afternoon. Students filled almost every table, laughing, gossiping, and arguing over the last pieces of pizza.

Bella and I had managed to grab two seats near the windows. I was busy enjoying my chocolate milkshake while she scrolled through her phone.

“Hey, look at this, Allison is so hot.....she said, turning her screen toward me.

“Bella, I actually don't give a rat ass about Allison and her Shitty face".

“Your loss.”

I rolled my eyes and took another sip.

“BOOO!”

I jumped so hard that my milkshake splashed all over the front of my dress.

“OH MY GOD!”

I stared at the mess in disbelief.

Behind me, Jackson was practically dying of laughter. He bent forward, shaking his shoulders as if he'd just witnessed the funniest thing in the world.

“You should have seen your face!” he wheezed. him

I slowly turned toward him.

“You absolute idiot!”

That only made him laugh harder.

“You ruined my dress, Jackson!”

He glanced at the stain, then back at me, wearing that infuriating grin I wanted to wipe off his face.

“Did I?”

“Jackson! Stop!”

I tried to pull away, but he caught my wrists and pinned my hands against the wall.

“Let go of me!”

I kicked at the air, but he was stronger.

“Say please,” he demanded, staring straight into my eyes.

I rolled mine. “Please!” I spat.

He released me, blew me a kiss, and walked away like he hadn't just ruined my morning.

God, I hate this boy.

“He gets on my nerves!” I complained to Bella, who had been watching the whole drama while sipping her milkshake.

“Girl, he's so strong,” she said. “It's kind of hot how easily he lifted you.”

“Eww!” I made a disgusted face.

“What?” Bella asked innocently.

“Eww!”

“Every girl would die to have Jackson touch her.”

“Which is exactly why he's so annoying. He's a flirt who thinks every girl wants him. What a moron,” I muttered.

Bella smiled mischievously.

“Alright, Cleopatra. If Jackson isn't your type, then who is? Billie Hart?”

“What? douche face Billie?Girl, bye!”