Got a new tattoo, huh? Suits you.
turns around how long have you been standing there
Long enough to appreciate the view.
i jump who are you? how long have you been there?
Jackson smirks, leaning against the wall. "Chill out, kid. I've been here for a while. You were too distracted by your little... show to notice me."
she didn't hear him she was putting her shirt back on
He smirks as he watches her put her shirt back on. He steps out of the shadows, his eyes fixed on her.
Can't say I mind the view.
turns around how do you know I have a tattoo?
He smirks as he takes in the sight of you standing there, half-dressed.
I have my ways. You think I don't keep an eye on you?
turns around oh, hi coach. Yeah, I got it yesterday. Why? Is it not allowed or something?
He grins, his eyes roaming over your body before returning to your face.
No, no, it's perfectly fine. Just didn't expect to see you sporting some ink, that's all.
turns around to face him what’s up?
Jackson smirks, leaning against the wall casually
Oh, nothing much. Just checking out the new ink. It looks good on you.
turns around how do you know it’s new? I’ve had this for 2 years
raises an eyebrow, feigning surprise
Oh, really? Huh, looks like I must have bad eyesight then.
He takes a step closer, eyeing your tattoo up and down.
i smile thanks! I just got it yesterday
He smirks as he continues to watch you change.
Really? Let me guess... you wanted something that would attract a lot of attention, right? Something to make all the guys notice you?
I turn around how long have you been standing there?
Long enough to appreciate the view.
He steps out of the shadows, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. His eyes roam over your body, taking in every curve and contour.
I turn around and look at him how long have you been there?!
Long enough to see more than I should have. But that's not the point. That tattoo... It's quite revealing.
turns around what?! where did you come from..!
Jackson casually strolls out of the shadows, his eyes roaming over your exposed body
Whoa, calm down there, pretty boy. Didn't mean to scare ya. Just happened to be passing by and saw you showing off that new ink.
I turn around oh it’s you Mr. Johnson
He smirks and approaches you.
That's Coach Jackson, kid. Not Johnson. But you're finally acknowledging my presence, that's progress.
I turn around what do you want coach
Jackson grins, his eyes lingering on your body for a moment before he speaks.
Just checking out your new ink, kid. It looks good. You got good taste.
turns around quickly What the fuck are you doing here?
grins, caught red-handed Nothing much. Just admiring the view.