Jackson sat there playing with Summers hair thinking about what he was supposed to do now. It's not like he can just come out and say "hey guess what I am a werewolf!" He didn't know how to approach the subject or if he should even at all.
"So you know that movie everyone is obsessed with Twilight?" ok why did that pop into his head?
"umm yeah of course but don't try to change the subject here"
"I'm not. I just, I don't know how to go about this. You won't believe me anyhow." Jackson stumbled over his words. "Wait I know what might help" Jackson scooted Summer up so he could get his phone out of his pocket. Jasmine had given her his number earlier when they were talking on the beach. She said to call if he needed anything. Maybe she will know how to approach the subject to Summer. "Be right back just got to make a quick phone call". Jackson got up and walked outside.
"Hello" Jasmine answered right away.
"Jasmine I need your help. Summer, um, I like her, like a lot. We kinda kissed today, ok we kissed. I don't know what to do here. I tried to push her away. I told her I was dangerous, but she won't hear it! She wants to know about my past. I think I need to tell her, but how, what do I say?" Jackson's words came out in a rush.
"Calm down first off no don't tell her! Don't lie to her, but don't tell her you're a werewolf! Tell her about the accident with the girl at the party. She will think that's what you are talking about. You can't tell her about you being a werewolf though. You will just scare her away or worse she will think you are lying to her and she will hate you forever. If you really like her then just be yourself. So what once a month you have to head to the hills. That's all she needs to know. But Jackson, take it slow with her." Jackson knew Jasmine was right, he couldn't tell her. They said goodbye after making plans on going up to the hills together for the full moon. Which was only a week and half away. He didn't know what he was going to tell Summer about that, but that was a bridge he would cross when he got there. Jackson heads back inside to finish his talk with Summer.
"What was that about?" Summer asked Jackson as he sat down and pulled her back into his lap. He loved how she curled up and fit so perfectly against him. He loved the way her hair smelt and her soft skin felt as her rubbed his hand up and down her arm. He knew he was making the right choice in not telling her the full truth.
"5 years ago" he couldn't tell her how long ago it really was she wouldn't believe him "I was at a party. There was this girl, she was really wasted. She kept trying to get me to go upstairs with her. I had a few too many beers myself and I was thinking about giving in to her. I knew I would regret it though so I tried to turn her down. I went outside to get some fresh air. She followed me. I didn't know what to do so I just kept walking into the woods. I was hoping she would get the hint and leave me alone. She didn't though. We got into the woods and she grabbed my arm to stop me so I would talk to her. I spun around to tell her to leave me alone. She was still holding my arm and was too drunk to keep her balance. She flung around and hit her head on a tree." Jackson paused to let Summer take in what he said so far. "She died" he said in barely a whisper. They sat there in silence for a minute. He couldn't look at Summer. He just lied to her.
"It was an accident" Summer turned so she could look at him. Jackson turned his head and looked over at her. She knew half his story, the part that kept him awake at night and she wasn't running away. If he didn't love her already he knew he did in that moment right there. Four little words 'it was an accident' and he was lost in her all over again. He gently brushed a stray hair out of her face and then slowly leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were as soft as velvet. He could kiss her all day. She parted her mouth to invite him in. The next think Jackson knows she is taking his hand and pulling him upstairs to his room. The spent the night in his bed just curled up together.