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SOS

Jagger

I thought about it for a brief time while I basically made myself at home in her dorm room and it felt...

Good--which was beyond new to me.

I hated people in my room—even Moose. I preferred to be out of my room unless I was having an attack and then I'd spend days in my room just sleeping or playing video games.

"Do you play GTA?"

"I do..."

"'Let's play Resident Evil and kill some zombie fuckers."

"Only if I can have a root beer."

She smiled at me and practically glided over to her little fridge and pulled out a root beer.

"How did you know I had any?"

"Saw the empty box in the garbage," I winked, thanking her for the beverage.

"Pretty observant for a jock."

"Pretty annoying for a nerd."

"I've been called worse."

"By that ex prick of yours? How could someone like you not see the signs?"

"I didn't pay attention."

Julia

I was paying attention to Jagger, though.

For some weird and probably naive reason, I didn't think he'd hurt me, but I was worried about his personal well-being.

At least he was going to,-

"The kiss?"

"I am not sealing a deal with a kiss. How about a hug?"

"How about we fuck?"

"Jagger, I swear I will,-"

"What? Please tell me what a cute little thing like will do to me?"

God, I imagined the possibilities and it sent me blushing. I quickly turned around and grabbed another drink from the fridge just to cool off.

"You're already in love with me," he said.

"You wish I was."

"Maybe I do.."

I turned to face him.

His expression gave nothing away as he settled back onto the bed—the quest for a hug or kiss was over—and he watched as I set up an appointment with my friend.

"Are you going to be there?"

"If you want me to, I will be," I told him, "She's a good person and won't lead you astray."

"Everyone does eventually."

"I won't."

"You will."

"Jagger, stop..."

I was shocked that simply giving a quick command would make him do my bidding and I wondered if he was shutting down again. That was something I didn't want him to do, but I knew that he'd given away so much of himself to me that it was bound to happen. Even with the proper medication, nothing was a hundred percent.

"Don't mind me," I said, trying to smooth things over as I set up a game, "GTA or Res?"

"Let's play Res because I am in the mood for killing things."

"Then we'll play Mario Kart and get super happy?"

"Music to my manic depressant ears."

I smiled. At least he could joke about it, but I knew that underneath the tough exterior, Jagger was hurting.

At that point, I simply didn't know how much.