Copyright© 2014 All rights r I felt a poke on my shoulder... that can only mean one person. I roll my eyes and spin around. "What do you want Jackson?" I huff. "Oh uh, nothing... nothing." He hesitates. "I just wanted to compliment your outfit today." He catches up with himself. "Yea right I'm totally gonna believe that one." I rolled my eyes."Did you forget that time I told you to stay away from me because you are a filthy, perverted man-whore?" "Oh Naomi, a man-whore? Oh Babe don't do me like that! I wouldn't call myself a man-whore. I like to think of myself as more of a-" "Why?" I ask. "Why what?" "Why don't you thing of yourself as one? You did sleep with every girl in this school except me and now your making it your mission to put me in your group of 'grab a hoe's'...and that will not happen." "Naomi its not liks that I sw-" "You know what Jackson save your crap." I turn to walk away when I stop dead in my tracks. "Naomi everyone wants you because your...different."