Jacksons' Point of View
I stared at my closet, completely clueless. Suddenly, my dad appeared in the doorway with an amused expression. It was a rare sight to see me struggling with what to wear. I used to have a specific style, but now I found myself trying to impress Loxley and failing miserably.
"Since when do you care so much about your outfit?" my dad asked incredulously.
"It's the first day of senior year, okay? Gotta make a good impression," I groaned as he rolled his eyes.
"Ah, there's a girl involved," he chuckled knowingly.
Great, so it was obvious to everyone. Just f**k my life.
"And Theo may have mentioned something," my dad added with a smirk.
Of course, he did. Theo, my dad's old familiar and mentor, always had some wisdom or advice to share. He was a grumpy asshole mo
