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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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Goosebumps spread across my whole body as I stepped out of the shower and a rush of cold air hit me. I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my chest once I managed to scrub my skin to the point it was nearly raw. The smell of Jackson's body wash now surrounded me instead of that nauseating smell of Nate's cologne. Even though it wasn't on me anymore, I knew I would always hauntingly remember that smell.
I dried myself off as best as I could before slipping on the old, slightly faded t-shirt. I decided to not put my dirty underwear back on and instead stepped into the grey sweatpants. I pulled them up above my belly button and pulled the string to tighten them. Tying them together, I looked down to see a pool of the sweatpants material hanging around my ankles as I was nearly a foot shorter than Jackson.
The bathroom mirror's edges were slightly fogged up, but I was able to see myself. Seeing my reflection wearing that t-shirt full of memories and Jackson's sweatpants made my face get flushed. This was the last thing I would have guessed for how my night was ending.
An image of Nate sitting across from me at the restaurant sent a shiver down my spine and I quickly had to remind myself where I was at and who I was with before I went through another traumatic episode. Glancing over at the door, I still could see Jackson's shadow lurking underneath of it and the corners of my mouth slightly lifted.
I was safe now.
Walking over to the door, I gently opened it in case he was leaning against it. Sure enough, he was sitting against the door and nearly fell backwards onto my feet before catching his balance and sitting back up.
"A warning would've been nice." He grumbled as he got to his feet. He leaned against his bed frame with his arms crossed, the glare on his face somehow making me feel happy to see.
Somehow, I managed to giggle at his childish behavior despite everything I had gone through a couple hours ago. I noticed his narrowed eyebrows slightly ease, his eyes softening as he looked at me. The second I stopped laughing, the room had gone silent and an awkwardness fell over us.
Our last encounter had ended badly, with me feeling hurt, angered and mostly exhausted by him. I was sure he had left feeling not-so-great either, and despite him hurting my feelings, I felt guilty for hurting his. I hesitated on even bringing it up and ruining our chance at having a friendship again. Or even being civil towards each other.
Somehow, I was still unsure what I wanted out of.. this.
God, why did he make me overthink everything?
"Listen, I wanted to apologize for everything I said earlier." Jackson started slowly, also seeming nervous to talk about it. His gaze was lowered, focusing on the floor right in between us. He raised his eyes to meet mine, locking me in his trance.
