My Lillian

Chapter 21- Lillian

After an hour or two I come around from my deep drunk sleep with a pounding headache and my mouth is so dry its painful to swallow. My eyes scan the room, and I admittedly notice an oak bookshelf along the left wall. Jaxson likes to read actually, this may not even be his bedroom. Maybe we do have something in common then maybe more alike than we both know. The corners of my mouth start to lift as these thoughts cross my mind making my heart feel warm. I move off the bed and walk over to the bookshelf running my fingertips over the delicate art crafted into the oak. I start to notice all the books he has alphabetically ordered and how partially he has them placed. The door handle starts to move slowly and silently. I turn around and see Jaxson holding a glass of water.

"Look who's awake" he smiles and turned to close the door behind as he entered the room. " Here I got you some water but looks like you are more occupied by the bookshelf." A laugh left his mouth and he moved slowly towards me. His eyes are soft but still a piercing blue. Once he closed the gap between, as he passes me the cold water and pushes my hair out of my eyes. How can I want him more than ever right now? Maybe alcohol is still in my system enhancing feeling and thoughts I never had.

"Thank you," I say politely taking a sip of the water to hopefully clear the dryness out of my throat. I look back up to see him staring down at me and I can't help but smile a little. He doesn't say a word, just an unreadable facial expression, but it still warms my soul.

After a minute of silence, Jaxson's finally says something, "I have a question for you?"

As much as I don't want to know the question my mouth has already said: "yeah, what is it?"

"Why are you in America and not back home in London?" He asks quietly, eyes still fixed on me and only a few centimetres away from each other. This is one question I didn't think he would ask. Before I answer, he follows by asking another question. "Also, are you going to go back to London or do you plan on staying here? In America?" I don't even know the answer to that myself, considering I only just got here I haven't thought about the future.

"Erm...well to answer your first question I got a scholarship to be here, and I can't turn down an opportunity like that I would have been crazy if I stayed home. To stay here is a big thing that I haven't thought about as I have only just got here but if I have to reason to stay, I will stay, without a doubt."

I start to pick the loose bit of thread from the end of my dress waiting for him to say anything. He doesn't say a word, instead, he walks over and sits on the bed. I try to not stare at him as he walks away, so I just look at the floor. I can't stand awkward silent I feel tense.

"How many boys you slept with?" He says suddenly with a smirk on his face and his eyes are dark looking over at me.

"Excuse me?" my faces screw up feeling embarrassed by his question.

" You heard me Lillian" he glared at me with a smug smile.

"One boy and you!" I tell him with a huge smile feeling proud, that I am not the slag that people may think I am, just because I am from London.

"Too many to count, you need to let loose and stop being uptight and frigid. "He throws his head in laughter, and I can't help but notice his dimples, that I can't ignore. I can feel myself feeling hot and flushed, clenching my fists in a ball by the side of me. Jaxson infuriates me further by laughing harder making breathe heavily. As much as I want to throw my cup of water over him, I know it will ruffle a few of his feathers and cause an unwelcomed argument.

"Just take me home!" I growl staring directly at him as he's laughing at my expense. His laughing immediately stops and his face is in complete shock at my stubbornness towards him. I know it's late, but I want to go home. My anger towards him overcome my whole feeling of a hangover. He just irritates me, one minute he is lovely and kind, next he is an asshole. I have to get out of here."Did you hear me? Take me home!" I repeated aggressively. He gets up from the bed and opens the draw a set of draws the same as the bookshelf. This must be his room. He pulls a black jumper and hands it to me.

"Take this is its cold outside". I snatch it and storm out of the room through the crowds to the front door. The cold breeze hit me quickly, and I throw the jumper over my head. The jumper is double the size of me and will hopefully keep my upper body warm just wish I wore jeans. My legs are shaking covering in goosebumps. Shortly after Jaxson slammed the front door scaring me and flinched. He storms over to the car and doesn't say a word other and opens to the car. This car ride can not be as awkward as the last one, I will say something but not yet. I get in, pull my seatbelt across me, and glare over Jaxson.