"Have you been touching my stuff" Jackson questioning me, while his focus fixed on his shirt.

"No" I lied awkwardly and scratched my neck.

"Don't tell you've been smelling my clothes and fantasizing about me". He laughed sarcastically, before meeting eye contact with me with raised eyebrows, only to see my disgusted expression. I managed to overlook his stupid comment, and let my curiosity steer my mouth.

"So, what did my parents told you? About me, that is..."

"You don't want to know" he said honestly before continuing talking, but with a dark change off attitude. "I wonder what the class would say when they hear about your embarrassing childhood" he threatened, turned towards me and stared into my uneasy eyes, drilling his gaze deep into mine, catching all my attention. "Of course, I could stay quite about it." Jackson took his time, pausing, and then sadistically smile at his ending sentence. "But that'll cost you".