Chapitre 11: Chapter 11

There’s at least a ninety percent chance that this is Jackson. Still, Marcus is wary as he approaches, trying to pick up some sign of recognition that this guy is looking for him, too. His stomach twists at the thought of having to awkwardly explain to a stranger why he came over for a chat and called him by the name of an old Outkast song.

Luckily, once the guy catches Marcus’ eye, he nods slightly, a small smile on his face as he holds out one hand in greeting.

“You’re Marcus Williams, I’m guessing?” The guy’s voice is low and smooth like Sebastian’s, although he’s speaking at just above a whisper.

Marcus smiles back gratefully. “Yeah, that’s me,” he says as he returns the handshake. “That means you must be Jackson Lockwood.”

Jackson nods solemnly. “Yes, I am. I go by Jackson, or Jack. NotJackie. Just Jack.”

“Sure thing,” Marcus says with a nod. He shoves his hand back into his pocket, unsure of what to say next. “So…I hear you’re looking for a roommate?”