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| As time flew by, Rebecca just couldn't wait for someone to come a rescue her. Well, time didn't exactly passed quickly. Every second with that man seemed like an hour. So it's definetly not quick. The guy kept talking about his personal life, something she really didn't want to know. He told he was married once, leaving his wife behind because of a job. Rebecca just had to turn her face to the other side. Why would she care about others' personal lives when the guy wasn't even her friend? She nodded her head as in agreement, really hoping he'd shut up. Seriously, he was desperate. Rebecca could be a flirter, but not with that guy. She had her limits and it implied no strangers. Specially if they started hitting on her out of nowhere. She liked to have conversations first, get to know the person and then maybe give it a try. If they 'clicked', good. If not, she'd keep the chat going on. The man was talking and stopped for a drink. She looked everywhere in the club, searching for someone she'd know. And then she saw Jackson. He was heading over into her direction. For one side, she felt happy. But then, she was afraid something would go wrong. She didn't know what he was going to do. But she was sure the other guy would probably go away. Jackson hugged her from behind and gave her a small peck on her cheek. She was reactionless, mainly because she didn't think Jackson was that straight forward. He always seemed to be calmer whenever they talked. But they flirted most of the times, so it wasn't exactly new. She had to react nicely so it would seem realistic. "Hey baby," she greeted, looking at the other guy. His whole attitude seemed to be fading away, thank God. No, thank Jackson. "That's really good to know. Maybe guys should stop hitting on me then," she said, provoking the guy in front of her. She had to stop herself from laughing. She saw Jackson looking over at the other guy and she hoped he'd come with a threatning chat. And so he did. "Eh, don't think so. Just one of those guys that, you know, can't help themselves but hit on random girls," she said, with a confident smile on her face. Since when did she feel safe enough to say that? Well, it must've been Jackson. She felt like repeating 'Secret Services', but then it'd sound stupid. As if she was a parrot or something like that. The guy apologized himself by saying he had had a call from a friend. Rebecca waited for the man to go away to laugh. She looked at Jackson, mostly surprised, "Have a seat," she said. To soften up the mood, she had to provoke him, "Wow, I must confess I'm surprised. Didn't know mr. Jackson Cartwright was that straight forward." She smiled at him, obviously not minding his straight forwardness. "Care to have a drink? I'll pay," she asked him, hoping he'd accept the offer. "After all, you practicly saved my life," she said, giggling a little. She didn't mind Jackson's company at all. She did have a crush on him, but she hasn't made up her mind on whether she likes him more or his brother. By their attitudes, it'd be most preferable Jackson. He's a sweet, nice guy and a good friend. And even if she doesn't know him that well, she knows that's true. But then, she heard some rumours that she was interested in someone else. Well, that's life. People can't expect to be loved the same way as another person. Rebecca's hopes are for her to be happy, no matter which decision she decides to take. As long as she's happy, with or without someone, she really doesn't care. But being loved is a great thing, way better than Christmas. Rebecca loves Christmas and she's just like a little girl. She's not shallow or anything, but she loves receiving presents. It's part of her childhood and the memories always seem more real when she feels happy. |