[UPDATED WEEKLY ON FRIDAYS]
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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The walk back home was the worst part of my day. The breeze had become more chilling as it was reaching the evening now and my hands and feet had began going numb. Tucking my hands under my armpits to keep them warm, I continued to push on with my walk.
Despite it being a quiet walk because I was alone, my mind was running back through what had just happened. It was replaying over and over so clearly and loud.
"If I'm a selfish, idiotic prick, then you need to take a good look in the mirror and realize you're a selfish bitch."
That was the second time he had called me that now. The first time, he obviously didn't realize it was me. I sadly smiled at the memory of the first time we had seen each other.
The feelings that erupted through my body of happiness, but also sadness. Joy, but anger. It was a very fond memory that was quickly replaced with the feeling of getting a concussion. And then spending the remainder of my night in the hospital with him. Although we both clearly wanted nothing to do with each other, those few hours we were together he was beyond helpful.
That was the last time I expected to see him, but I was far from wrong.
How unfortunate for me.
A car honking brought me back to my surroundings, but I barely had time to react to the speeding object coming in my direction. I gasped in shock and felt every muscle in my body tense, waiting for the hard impact.
A hand fisted the back of my shirt before dragging me back towards the sidewalk. Within the same second, the same car continued to speed by with a gush of wind following behind that blew my hair all over my face. I felt my heart pounding against my chest and as I pushed my hair out of my face with my ice cold fingers, there was only one name that kept running through my head.
Jackson.
I didn't understand why out of all people, I would want it to be the guy who not only just called me something rude, but clearly hated me even more now.
"I never hated you."
Maybe I was being selfish, but I couldn't think of any other reason why one of my best friends would stop talking to me but continue to be best friends with my brother. No one would completely throw away their relationship with their own best friend unless they were mad at them and despised them.
The person who pulled me back helped get the tangled mess of hair out of my face. Once their finger glided across my cheek, I knew it wasn't Jackson. It felt completely different from when he had wiped my tears away. The finger was much smaller than his, and almost more soft.
Almost.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Once the loud, feminine voice spoke and I was finally able to see the face of my current best friend, Natalie, I smirked.
