I met Jackson, he was as beautiful as Cytheria, but his masculinity made him seem almost god-like. He was a light caramel color, had thick eyebrows, big gorgeous light green eyes, a thick straight nose, and smiling full dark pink lips. He was Estephan’s new best friend, and he always managed to sleep over our house. He was the only one out of all thier friends that I didn’t mind having in my home.

Jackson always had a lingering comment, or prank to pull on me. “Do you believe in mythology?” he asked me once while Estephan, Camilo, myself, and him ate breakfast. I raised my eyebrows at the randomness of his question “Yes and No, the theories are all logical but fantasy like, they had their good an bad points.” Camilo grinned “It’s Saturday nerds, leave that school crap for class.” Estephan scowled “Camilo, why are you so stupid man? Grow up.” We cleared our plates, and I started washing the dishes, “Let me help you, Jas” Jackson said.