CECILIA POINT OF VIEW 
I followed Jackson to a secluded spot, my heart racing with anticipation. I thought he was going to beg me to take him back, to plead for another chance.
But instead, he turned to me and said, "I just wanted to tell you beforehand about the mentoring program. I know it's a surprise, and I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable."
I was taken aback. That was it? No begging, no pleading? Just a simple heads up?
I nodded, feeling a mix of emotions. "Okay, thanks for letting me know."
Jackson nodded back, his eyes still fixed on mine. "That's all. I just wanted to be upfront with you."
And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there feeling confused and a little disappointed.
I had expected drama, but instead, I got a simple courtesy. It was almost...respectful.
I watched him go, feeling a pang of regret. Maybe I had misjudged him. Maybe he wasn't going to make this difficult after all.
JACKSON POINT OF VIEW 
But as I turned to leave, I saw the curious glances of my classmates, and I knew that this was far from over. The drama was just beginning, and I was stuck in the middle of it.
As I walked away from Cecilia, I couldn't help but smile to myself. She thought she had won, thought she had pushed me away for good. But little did she know, I had only just begun to play my hand.
I knew she expected me to beg her, to plead for another chance. But I'm not that kind of man. I'm a man who gets what he wants, no matter the cost.
And what I want is her.
I've been watching her, studying her. I know her weaknesses, her fears. And I know exactly how to use them to my advantage.
My plan is already in motion, a intricate web of seduction and desire. I'll make her mine, body and soul. And when I do, she'll never want to leave my side again.
I can almost taste the victory, the thrill of the chase. And when I finally claim her, oh, it will be sweet.
Cecilia thinks she's seen the last of me, but she's wrong. I'll be back, and next time, she won't be able to resist me.
I'll make her fall in love with me, deeply and irretrievably. And when she does, I'll be the one holding the reins.
The thought sends a shiver down my spine, a thrill of anticipation. I'll make her mine, no matter what it takes.
And when I do, she'll never be able to let me go.
CECILIA POINT OF VIEW 
The new week finally came and I was right in front of Jackson but I was not the only one, the rest of the students were also there.
We were going for a camp to discuss mainly about things to know concerning business.
We got into the bus and sat down boy and girl.
I couldn't believe my luck. Or should I say, my bad luck. As I scanned the bus, I saw Jackson walking towards me, a confident smile on his face.
No, no, no. Please don't let him sit next to me.
But it was too late. He plopped down beside me, his thigh brushing against mine. I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body, and I quickly looked away, trying to compose myself.
"Hey," he said, his voice low and husky. "Fancy seeing you here."
I rolled my eyes, trying to play it cool. "Just great."
The bus started moving, and I felt a sense of relief. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
But as we hit the road, Jackson started talking, asking me questions about my interests and goals. I tried to keep my answers brief, but he just kept pushing, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
I couldn't believe it. He was actually trying to get to know me.
And worse, I was starting to enjoy it.
As the bus wound its way through the countryside, I found myself laughing and joking with Jackson, feeling a sense of ease I hadn't experienced in weeks.
This was not good. I couldn't let my guard down around him.
But as I glanced over at him, his eyes met mine, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
Maybe, just maybe, this camp wouldn't be so bad after all.
As the day went on, I watched in surprise as Jackson worked his charm on the other students. He was attentive, listening to their ideas and offering words of encouragement. He was funny, making jokes and teasing them in a lighthearted way.
I couldn't believe it. This was the same Jackson who had been so intense and brooding around me. Where was the guy who had declared his intention to make me his?
As we arrived at the campsite and started setting up, Jackson pitched in, helping everyone with their tents and bags. He was a natural leader, and the others seemed to look up to him.
I found myself feeling a little left out, a little jealous even. Why was he being so nice to everyone else, but not to me?
But as I watched him, I started to realize something. He wasn't being insincere. He was genuinely interested in getting to know the others, in helping them.
And that made me feel even more confused. Who was this guy, really?
As we sat down for dinner, Jackson caught my eye and smiled. I felt a flutter in my chest, and quickly looked away.
I couldn't let myself get sucked in again. I had to remember what had happened before.
But as the night went on, and we sat around the campfire talking and laughing, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. He was magnetic, charismatic.
And I was starting to realize that my feelings for him weren't as simple as I had thought.