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"Then, on a scale of one to ten, how attractive," Zya asked, head cocked to the side. The blush was fading from her cheeks, though the shock of being deemed as attractive wasn't wearing off as quickly.

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Jackson blinked, caught off guard by her rush towards relief of being spared from drunken idiots. The passion in her kiss was a bit questionable, and he wondered if she'd ever done this before. Pulling back slightly, he quirked a brow. "First time?"

June 3rd, hon

Nothing much. Just watching tv like usual

I'm On

Zya scoffed, cheeks reddening futher. "You're enjoying this, aren't you," she declared, chuckling softly, "Really enjoying this. And you find me attractive?"

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"Well, they have to think that you're with someone, so maybe I could pose as your boyfriend, or something," Jackson suggested.

Approved

No, I decided to change it.

Zya blushed, mouth agape as she thought of something to say. "I was making a point," she responded, "You can't actually be sure that I'm attracted to you. For all you know, I could...know what, never mind."

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"If they think that you're taken, they could leave you alone," Jackson said.

Zya rolled her eyes. "Not everyone ends up in someone else's bed, you know," she hinted, "We can't all be the marvelous and handsome Rule."

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Jackson lead her over to a free table. He pulled out a chair for her, leaning in. "I have an idea to get rid of those pervs," he whispered.

Zya, for a quick moment,thought Rule had been motioning to something on her face. She brushed a hand over her cheek before following to where he pointed. She frowned, brows drawn. "They look like they're having fun," she speculated, "and won't remember half the shit they'll do tonight tomorrow. I think I would have preferred being gawked by investors." Turning back to him, she cocked her head to the side. "So, how long have you known this friend?"

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Jackson took in the faint dusting of pink in her cheeks, more amused than he'd been before. He let his hands slip from her, in turn running though his hair. He rocked back on his heels and licked his lips, thinking of something he could say. As much as he loved a good showing as the next guy, if the rate at which these men were going at her kept up she could end up in several different situations.

"Yah sure? I mean, there are still tables open," he pointed out, "We could sit down and continue this talk."

Jackson quickly brought his hands up to catch her. "I think it would be in your best interest to move to a better location," he suggested.

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"It's their jobs, don't blame them," Zya said pointedly, brows raised, "If we can take it to go, we could be out of here."

"I'll take after I eat," Zya replied, "I haven't gotten food into my stomach since this morning." She took a few bites of the meal, brows raising. "And this is good."

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"You either know or you don't know," Jackson murmured, "I'm Jackson, by the way. You would be?"

"Don't worry," Zya chirped, "I will." She turned her attention to her food, picking up her utensils to eat.

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"Technically, everyone was at fault, but most people just look for someone else to take the fall," Jackson stated, "and you just happened to do that."

"I know fan girls," Zya stated, "There will be assumptions and there will be rumors. Trust me, I used to be one when I was thirteen. Any female relation is enough to start some sort of drama that never actually existed."

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The apology sounded more like a question than anything else, but it was still an apology. Jackson shoved his hands back into his pockets. "It's not a problem," he dismissed, "Just try to be more careful from now on."

"Will there be fans that I should be wary of," Zya asked, "because I don't remember any of the self defense I was taught in elementary school, nor do I possess the physical ability to fight a group of girls off."

"I can tell it is," Zya remarked,"Maybe you could explain it some other time if you want. Then, maybe I can explain mine."

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Jackson turned, feeling someone collide into his side. "Woah, there," he drawled, stepping back to see who'd run into him. His brows rose up to his hairline as he took in the figure of the girl.

Cocking his head to the side, he gave her a better once over.

"Are we gonna go about debating whose fault it is, or are you gonna apologize," he questioned.

Zya gave him a questioning look. "Interesting family dynamic you have there," she commented, "Not that I can say mine is any better."

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