Just The Thought

Chapter 2: First Day Jitters

Chapter 2: First Day Jitters

I woke up early, determined to focus on the new school year. Last night's encounter with Jackson lingered in my mind, but I pushed it aside.

First period was English Literature. As I walked in, I spotted Jackson sitting across the room.

He caught my eye and smiled.

I quickly looked away.

Throughout class, I felt Jackson's gaze on me. I tried to ignore him, focusing on the lesson.

Why was he staring at me?

Didn't he understand I didn't want any complications?

After class, I rushed out, avoiding eye contact.

At lunchtime, we returned to the hostel. Jackson sat beside me.

"Hey, how's your day going?" he asked.

"It's fine," I replied curtly, focusing on my food.

Maddie, sitting across from us, raised an eyebrow. "Emily, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said, forcing a smile.

Jackson tried again. "So, do you have any favorite subjects?"

I shrugged, still ignoring him.

As the day went on, Jackson's attempts at conversation were met with monosyllabic responses.

At night, I retreated to my room, exhausted.

Maddie popped in. "Emily, what's going on with you and Jackson? You're being really cold."

"I don't trust anyone easily," I said, shaking my head.

Maddie nodded. "I get it."

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The next morning, I rushed to my first class.

As I turned a corner, I collided with Jackson.

"Sorry," we said in unison.

Jackson's books scattered everywhere.

I helped him gather them.

"You're really good at avoiding me," he said, smiling.

"I'm just focused on school," I replied, handing him his last book.

Jackson's eyes locked onto mine. "I understand."

For a moment, I saw genuine understanding.

But I couldn't let my guard down.

We parted ways, heading to our respective classes.

At lunch, whispers circulated.

"Did you hear Emily and Jackson are dating?" someone asked.

Maddie rolled her eyes. "No, they're just friends."

But the rumors persisted.

Jackson's constant talk about me fueled the speculation.

I tried to ignore it.

But the attention made me uneasy.

As I lay in bed that night, I wondered:

Was I ready to confront my feelings?

Or would I continue hiding?

Only time would tell.