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Chapter 3: Jackson and Brett
By Caleb O.
Jackson's POV:
"Hi, I wanted to talk to you. I'm sorry I was so rude; I was shocked to find out you're my brother's roommate. It brought back some memories, and I got overwhelmed and took it out on you."
"Chad, I don't know what to say. You broke my heart in high school, and I don't want to see you. Please go."
Chad walked closer, hugged me, and started crying. "Jackson, I did love you, and I was so wrong to break up with you the way I did. I regret it so much; please, I hope you can forgive me someday."
I was in shock and started tearing up too.
"Chad, you were the love of my life, and I can't begin to describe how hurt I was by you. I will try to forgive you because I'm starting to realize that it wasn't easy for you either."
Chad let go of the hug. "Thank you so much, Jackson. I needed to tell you my piece. You are such a wonderful guy, and I can't believe I gave you up."
Brett then walked into the room and cleared his throat loudly.
"Hi, Brett. Chad and I were just discussing some things."
"I can see that. Should I leave you two alone?"
"No, Brett, it's alright. We are done talking now." Chad looked at me and walked out of the room.
"What was that about, Jackson? Was Chad friendly to you? If not, I can rough him up for you. He's my brother, and I love him and all, but he can be a real asshole sometimes."
"No, he was fine, but it's nice to know you have my back."
"Of course, man. You're my roommate and fast becoming a great friend."
"I better go to my literature class. These professors are hard-asses, nothing like my high school teachers. They lock the doors two minutes after the start time and don't let you in if you're late."
I ran as fast as I could to class. Professor Erin Thompson was just about to lock the door when I walked in and found my seat.
"It's good that you graced us with your presence, Mr. Whitmore."
"In class today, we are discussing the foundation of writing, which we will only spend a little time on as you learned most of that in high school. This will be a brief time to refamiliarize yourself with basic terminology so we can get into the gritty details of modern-day writing."
I briefly looked across the room. Natalie, one of the students I recognized, gave me a quick smile and listened intently to whatever Professor Thompson was droning on about.
English does not interest me, but this is a required credit for some ungodly reason.
Professor Thompson finally ends the class of what only can seem like a eternity.
As Jackson gathers his things after literature class, he feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns to see Professor Thompson looking at him with a concerned expression.
"Mr. Whitmore, may I have a word with you?" Professor Thompson asks, her tone firm but not unkind.
Jackson nods, slightly nervous. "Sure, Professor Thompson."
She leads him to her desk and motions for him to sit down. "I noticed you seemed distracted during class today. Is everything alright?"
Jackson sighs, trying to find the right words. "I'm sorry, Professor. I've just had a lot on my mind lately."
Professor Thompson gives him a sympathetic look. "I understand that college can be overwhelming, but it's important to stay focused on your studies. If there's something going on, the college offers counseling services that might help."
Jackson nods appreciatively. "Thank you, Professor. I'll keep that in mind."
Professor Thompson softens her tone. "You surely seem like a bright student, Jackson. I don't want to see you fall behind. If you need any extensions or help with the material, just let me know."
"Thanks, Professor. I really appreciate it," Jackson says, feeling a bit more reassured.
Jackson returns to his dorm room after Literature class. He sits at his desk, trying to focus on some assignments, but his mind keeps drifting back to the conversation with Chad. Just as he starts to get a bit of work done, his phone rings. It's his brother, Dan.
"Hey, Dan. What's up?" Jackson answers.
Dan's voice is tense and shaky on the other end of the line. "Jackson, it's Julie. She's having a medical emergency with the baby. We're at the hospital."
Jackson's heart skips a beat. "What happened? Is she okay? Is the baby okay?"
"I don't know yet," Dan replies, his voice breaking. "They just took her in for an emergency ultrasound. The doctors are doing everything they can, but they say she is bleeding internally. Can you come to the hospital?"
"Of course, I'm on my way," Jackson says without hesitation.
Jackson grabs his keys and rushes out of the dorm, his mind racing. He texts Brett to let him know what's going on, then hops into his car and speeds towards the hospital. The drive feels like an eternity, every red light and slow driver adding to his anxiety.
When he finally arrives at the hospital, he rushes inside and finds Dan pacing in the waiting room, looking pale and stressed. Jackson hurries over and hugs his brother tightly.
"I'm here, Dan. How's Julie?" Jackson asks, trying to keep his voice steady.
Dan pulls back and runs a hand through his hair. "They're still with her. I don't have any updates yet. I'm scared, Jackson. I don't know what I'd do if something happens to them."
Jackson puts a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder. "She's in good hands, Dan. The doctors will do everything they can. We'll get through this together."
Minutes feel like hours as they wait for news. Finally, a doctor approaches them with a serious expression.
"Mr. Whitmore?" the doctor asks, looking at Dan.
"Yes, that's me," Dan replies anxiously.
"We've stabilized Julie for now, but there are some complications with the baby. We'll need to monitor her closely over the next few days. It's critical that she stays calm and avoids any stress."
Dan nods, tears welling up in his eyes. "Thank you, doctor. Can I see her?"
"Yes, you can see her now. Just try to keep her calm," the doctor advises.
Dan and Jackson follow the doctor to Julie's room. She looks pale but relieved to see them. Dan rushes to her side and gently takes her hand.
"Hey, baby. How are you feeling?" Dan asks softly.
Julie gives a weak smile. "Scared, but better now that you're here."
Jackson stands by the door, giving them a moment. He watches as Dan and Julie share a tender moment, feeling a mix of relief and lingering worry.
"We're here for you, Julie. You're going to get through this," Jackson says, stepping closer.
Julie nods, tears in her eyes. "Thank you, Jackson. It means a lot to have you here."
Dan and Jackson are sitting by Julie's bed, talking softly to keep her calm. Julie, still pale but relieved to have them there, is resting. Suddenly, there's a light knock on the door, and it opens to reveal their younger sister, Jessica, still in her volleyball uniform.
"Hey, Jessy," Jackson says, standing up to greet her. "What are you doing here?"
Jessica face is flushed, both from her game and from worry. "I came as soon as I heard. Coach let me leave early. How's Julie?"
Dan motions for her to come closer. "She's stable for now, but they're keeping a close eye on her and the fetus. It's been a rough day."
Jessica walks over to Julie's bed, her eyes filled with concern. "Hey, Julie. How are you feeling?"
Julie gives a weak smile. "I'm hanging in there, Jessica. Thanks for coming."
Jessica leans down and gently hugs Julie. "I'm so glad you're okay. We've been so worried."
Dan puts an arm around Jessica's shoulders. "You didn't have to rush over like this, but we're glad you did. It means a lot to all of us."
Emily looks at Dan and Jackson, her eyes determined. "I wanted to be here. Family is the most important thing."
Jackson smiles at his sister, proud of her maturity. "You're right, Jessica. Family comes first."
Julie reaches out and takes Jessica's hand. "You're such a sweetheart, Emily. Thank you."
They all settle into a comforting silence, the room filled with the quiet hum of the hospital and the steady beep of the monitors. Jackson pulls up an extra chair for Jessica, and she sits down, holding Julie's hand.
"So, how was the game?" Jackson asks, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
Jessica shrugs. "It was good. We won, but that's not important right now. I just want to make sure you're all okay."
Dan ruffles her hair affectionately. "We appreciate it, Jessy. You're a great sister."
Just then, Dan's phone buzzes with a text message. He glances at the screen and sees it's from their mother.
"Mom just texted," Dan says, looking at Jackson and Emily. "She and Dad wanted to be here, but they're both down with the flu. They're recovering and don't want to risk bringing any germs to the hospital."
Jackson nods, understanding. "That makes sense. It's better they stay home and get better."
Julie closes her eyes, a small smile on her lips. "Just having you all here makes everything better."
A few hours have passed, and the atmosphere in the hospital room has shifted from tense to more relaxed. Julie is resting, and Dan and Emily are talking quietly, keeping her company. Jackson checks his watch and realizes he needs to head back to the dorm to catch up on his assignments.
"Hey, guys, I need to head back to the dorm. I have some work to finish up," Jackson says, standing up and stretching.
Dan nods, giving him a grateful smile. "Thanks for being here, Jackson. It means a lot to all of us."
Julie gives Jackson a tired but sincere smile. "Take care, Jackson. Thanks for everything."
Jessica hugs him tightly. "Stay strong, big brother. See you soon."
Jackson waves goodbye and heads out of the hospital, his mind a bit lighter knowing that Julie is stable and surrounded by family. The drive back to the dorm is quieter, the earlier tension replaced by a calm resolve.
Jackson arrives back at the dorm, parking his car and heading towards the entrance. As he approaches the door, he sees Brett standing there, looking a bit anxious.
"Hey, Jackson!" Brett calls out, his face breaking into a relieved smile as he sees Jackson. "I've missed you, man."
Jackson is surprised but happy, a broad smile spreading across his face. "Brett! I wasn't expecting you to be here. I missed you too. It's been a crazy day."
Brett walks up to him and, without hesitation, gives Jackson a kiss on the lips. Jackson's eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly melts into the kiss, feeling a rush of warmth and happiness.
When they pull apart, Jackson chuckles softly. "Wow, that was unexpected. But definitely a good surprise."
Brett grins, his anxiety fading away. "I couldn't help myself. I really like you ."
Jackson's smile widens, appreciating Brett's support. "Thanks, Brett. It's good to be back."
They walk into the dorm together, and as soon as the door closes behind them, Brett begins to undress. Jackson watches, mesmerized by Brett's muscular body. The sight stirs a deep desire within him.
Brett steps closer, gently rubbing Jackson's growing erection. Jackson moans softly in response, his breath hitching with pleasure. Suddenly, he pulls back slightly, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.
"What about Natalie?" Jackson asks, his voice barely a whisper.
Brett looks into Jackson's eyes and smiles reassuringly. "I broke up with her earlier today."
Jackson is about to say something when Brett covers his mouth gently with his hand. "Shhh, it's alright. I know you want this."
Jackson's doubts melt away as he nods, the desire overpowering any remaining hesitation. He leans in and kisses Brett deeply, their passion igniting. Brett responds eagerly, his hands exploring Jackson's body.
Without breaking the kiss, Brett moves downward, slowly unbuttoning Jackson's pants. He kneels in front of Jackson and takes him penis into his mouth. Jackson gasps, his hands gripping Brett's shoulders for support.
The sensations build quickly, and Jackson's moans grow louder. Brett's skilled mouth brings him to the edge, and with a final, intense surge of pleasure, Jackson comes, his body shuddering in ecstasy.
As Jackson catches his breath, Brett stands up, wiping his mouth and looking satisfied. They share a tender kiss, the room filled with a newfound intimacy and understanding.
Jackson smiles, feeling a deep connection with Brett. "Thank you," he whispers.
Brett pulls him close, their bodies pressed together. "Anytime, Jackson. Anytime."
To Be Continued.