The thing about Jackson, or more like the things about Jackson. He can be a jerk sometimes. In fact, we broke up for a few months when we were 18 because he was forcing me to do things I didn't want to do, and taking our relationship too far. We got back together, but he hasn't stopped cheating on me. "Hello? Earth to Abbie!" I hear a deep voice say. It's Jackson, of course. "I'm here. I was just thinking." I say. Just then the door to the classroom opens and a girl rushes in. She's gorgeous. She looks at me, and then walks up to the teacher's desk. She says something and Mr. Smith nods. Then she walks towards me and sits next to me. "Hi! I'm Kat, my pronouns are she/they/he. I'm genderfluid and demisexual." "Nice to meet you, Kat. I'm Abbie, they/them, nonbinary, and pansexual." I say and we shake hands. I can feel my face warming up as I start to blush. No, this isn't right. I shouldn't blush. I have a boyfriend. Remember Jackson. "And I'm Jackson, he/they, demiboy, polysexual." Jackson says, then looks at me and says, "Abbie's boyfriend." "For now." I say. "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" he asks me. "Nothing, nothing, calm down! I'm just joking!" I say, and start to laugh. But it's too late. He took it to seriously.