Sorry Miss Jackson Novels & Stories

Everything hurts, I felt tears building “it’s okay Noelle” The doors flew open. “Noelle” His voice filled the room with Adrian behind. I wanted to cover my face, because my makeup was ruined from the tears, because I was still hunched over the bowl Marta had barely gotten to me in time. His arms found my shoulders, steady and urgent all at once. “I’m okay,” I managed, my voice thin and wrecked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to see me like—”

Jackson told her, sweating nervously at what he was about to suggest. "My passengers' needs?" Alexis asked, seeming confused. "Yes, in particular my needs and I'm afraid to say that, so far today, you've failed to do this and because of that... I have to fail you" Jackson told the birthday girl as she was nearly reduced to tears upon hearing this. "But I thought I was doing so well..." she complained quietly, clearly saddened by the news. "You were, but my needs were not taken care of" said Jackson while reaching over to pat and grab at her shapely and crazy fit thigh.

Jackson said and stormed out of the living room. I didn’t mean to but I burst out into tears. Klein turned around and hugged me to his chest, comforting me. Present Day. “What’s going on with Jackson? Talk to me, Klein. I said, fear gripping my chest. “He is missing, Mirabel.” Klein said with a somber tone. My heart stopped for a second. “what the hell do you mean he's missing? He was there with you in the pack, how is he fucking missing, Klein, talk to me!”

A clean line of black divided the bright colors of the crowds. Jackson slipped the microphone free of it’s stand. A loud squeal echoed over the crowd. Several people flinched. Jackson gave an apologetic grin, though he knew only those closest would see it. “Sorry,” he said into the microphone. There was a small chuckle that rippled through the crowd. Jackson glanced back at his four friends. His family. They all gave him encouraging smiles. Jackson made eye contact with Wren and held a hand out. Wren’s smile stretched and he stepped forward to grab it.

said Cynthia . " ok no problem ." replied Damon . " Guys i think we missed someone... we told nothing to ada and Sheldon ." said Davina . " Don't even mention their names .. the whole school might know what happened with me and that sheldon he didn't even come to see me ." snapped Jackson . " Oh shit we forgot ." exclaimed Cynthia . " What now ?" asked Dvaina . " We can't take Jackson back to school he was half dead just an hour ago and now he has not even a single scar everyone would be so suspicious and Damon can't compel the whole schgool ." said Cynthia .

Then he vanished into the night. Jade blinked awake, her throat dry and her head foggy. Jackson was slumped in a chair beside her, his jacket draped over him like a makeshift blanket. She reached for the glass of water on the table, gulping it down greedily. “Hey, you’re up,” Jackson said, stirring awake. He stood quickly, steadying the glass as she drank. “Easy there.” “My parents,” Jade croaked, her voice raw. “Are they okay?” Jackson hesitated, his face falling. “Jade… I’m sorry. They didn’t make it.”

Five hours till my flight. Eric showed up with a doctor. They patched me up. I finally relaxed. With what little strength I had left, I forced the words out. "Get me... on that plane." Loree Koester, goodbye forever.

I knew that Jackson also made that connection when Katherine was introduced to everyone and in some way, that was the final straw that broke him down. Jackson looked away, his jaw working as if he was holding back words that he wanted to spit out. "I never said that." He finally spits out. I pinched the bridge of my nose between my fingers and sighed. "You're right and I'm sorry…I shouldn't have said that about Gracie." I apologized. With one short nod directed my way by Jackson, I'm forgiven so I put aside all personal matters.

From her friend’s tone, it seemed like there was something she didn’t know. She shook her head. “Why? Did something happen?” Her voice trembled as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat. Chelle leaned on the reception desk and whispered into Bree’s ear. “It’s the death anniversary of his wife. I don’t know exactly, but sir Jackson lost it yesterday. We were all scared because he was like a demon. If Rex hadn’t been here to stop him, I don’t even know what would’ve happened.” Bree was shocked. Jackson went wild yesterday?

"You lost the right to care when you decided to kiss my rivalry. Now, if you'll excuse me, Kia and I came here to have a good time, and that doesn't include exes." "Tati! wait, I can explain!" He calls out as I'm walking away. I turn around, ready to listen to his lame excuse, but I can't bear to look at the pitiful excuse of an ex. "Explain what, Jackson, how you humiliated me? How I had to take a hiatus and hide? Standing by as the witch ran my name through the dirt. No, thank you, no explanation needed!" "It was a mistake, baby. I love you." Jackson says with puppy dog eyes.