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When Lilah, an innocent eighteen year old, moves nearly eight hours from her rural town and rough past to have a fresh start at college in New York with her best friend and her older brother, the last thing she expected...
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Six years. That's how long it had been since I last seen Jackson in person. Throughout those years, I had slowly began to try and forget about him and ignore all of the pacing questions that burned in the back of my head. The longest I went without thinking of him was seven months and the only reason he had popped back into my head was because of my brother calling me about an argument they had.
Forty eight hours, two days. That's how long it had been since I had seen him again since those long six years had passed. And it felt like I was restarting all over again.
When I ran into him, he was the last person I thought it would've been. It felt like all of those countless imaginations I had of seeing him again and giving him a piece of my mind went out the window. The second we locked eyes, I had no other thought in my head than disbelief for the way he had changed.
Within moments of seeing him, I could tell how heavy his eyes looked as if he hadn't had good sleep in days. He immediately had a very rude and blunt personality, and before he recognized it was me it looked like I was an inconvenience for being in his way. Like I meant nothing. Even when he did recognize me, I didn't see any flicker of happiness to see me again and I think that's what hurt me the most.
I always pictured when I would see him again, and he would always be the one in shock and say my name out loud to question if it was really me. A goofy smile would spread on his face and he'd go to hug me, happy to see me again. And sometimes, I would imagine hugging him back and pulling away just for him to compliment how great I looked and how great it is to see me. Other times, I imagined putting my hands out to gently push him away and see the hurt and confusion on his face. I would tell him how much he had hurt me and I'd ask him for his reasoning, but before he gave it I'd cut him off and tell him it's not even worth hearing before saying goodbye and walking away.
However, neither of those moments happened two days ago and that only fueled my anger and hurt more. He clearly could have cared less to see me, and he clearly didn't want anything to do with me. So why was I still hung up over that night? I just wanted to forget about that moment and more importantly him, but it was hard to do that when my brother kept bringing up my concussion and was best friends with the douche.
"Are you sure you're feeling better? You can always wait until tomorrow to start." My brother asked for the tenth time this Monday morning aka my first day as a freshmen.
"It's already bad enough being one of the new freshmen in school, let alone being the only new student to show up a day later." I explained to him like I did all of the other times. Yes, my head was still slightly ringing with headaches but it wasn't a constant pain like it was the whole weekend.
"Yeah, I don't think she needs to gain any extra undivided attention." Natalie spoke up, raising an eyebrow at Kayce as we all turned left around the corner and continued strolling down the sidewalk. Fortunately, our apartment was close enough distance to the campus that we could walk and within ten minutes be there.
