I glared at him, "Really?"

He placed his hand onto my head and ruffled my hair, "I just said so."

I couldn't help, but smiled. Jackson always makes me smile, even when I'm mad at him. I could never be mad at him for a long period of time because he's always apologize with some cheesy joke or just by telling me about his embarrassing moments or sometimes just by being himself.

"Ah, there's that smile," he said observing my face.

"Shut up!" I said, turning my head away and hiding my face with my hands.

He smiled and placed his hands onto my hands to remove it. As soon as he removed my hands, we both made eye contact. I stopped smiling and sort of froze for that moment. He started to lean in, slightly turning his head. I closed my eyes, tightly.

Mark doesn't love you..Probably never did. I thought to myself.

Short flashbacks played in my mind. They were all of Mark.. I remembered how Mark and I met..but how come I don't remember how Jackson and I met?

Without knowing, tears slowly streamed down my cheeks.

"It's all right..Cry all you want and make room for smiles.." Jackson whispered as he wiped away my tears. Slowly, our lips made contact. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him, deepening the kiss. Jackson just went with it.

What am I doing..? I asked myself.