~Jesselin~
I took in a shaky breath and kept my face hidden in Matt's shoulder.
"You okay?" Matt asked, rubbing my back.
"My head is killing me," I complained, avoiding his question. I most certainly was not okay. "I need a shower."
"I can help you, if you like," he responded cheekily. I looked at him and he winked.
"Maybe after class," I smirked, "Or we might never make it." Matt laughed and released me as he stood up and stretched.
"Why'd you wear a shirt to bed?" I complained loudly.
"Because you did," Matt said pulling his shirt off and throwing it at me.
"Thank you very much." I winked at him and left the room to take a shower.
When I finished, I stepped out of the shower and pulled on the shirt Matt threw at me with a pair of skinny jeans. I brushed my hair and put a big black bow in it. I topped my outfit off with a pair of blue platform shoes.
I strolled out of the bathroom to find Matt and Jaeson sitting at the table laughing about something.
"Good you're finally out," Matt said as I sat on his lap. "I missed you." I giggled and rolled my eyes. Jaeson looked away uncomfortably.
"Come on, or we'll be late," I said, standing up and grabbing my bag. Matt and Jaeson followed suit and we walked out of the front door together.
"I love that bow in your hair," Matt said, taking my hand.
"Thanks," I smiled.
As we neared the building, I felt someone slam into my shoulder, hard. I gasped and stumbled back and Matt caught me.
"Whoops! Sorry," a voice said. I looked up and came face to face with a sneer. Leigh-Anne O'Dell, that girl in high school that could never keep her legs closed but was the school princess, was giving me a hard glare.
"Don't worry about it," I said walking past her.
"Wait," Matt said, giving Leigh-Anne a dirty look.
"No, come on," I said, tugging on his hand. "We're gonna be late."
"I don't care," Matt said. "What the hell was that Leigh-Anne!?"
"Babe, please," I begged, tugging on his arm. I forced him to leave Leigh-Anne and walk to class. Matt wrapped his arm around my shoulders protectively.
"Why did you let that happen?" Matt hissed at me.
"Because I don't need problems with that slut. If it was after class, I'd probably punch her in the face. But I don't want to go to class with my hands smelling like whore." I sighed and leaned in to Matt.
"I still think you should've punched her back there," Jaeson offered. I snickered.
"Let's just get through today," I said and both guys nodded.
A few hours later, I was sitting on Matt's bed in sweats, a tee shirt, and a pony tail, my laptop open in front of me. I was working on a homework assignment due next class to write a three page plot for a movie, and Matt was in the shower. I had headphones in and was listening to music as I typed, completely ignoring the outside world. Leigh-Anne's attack on me was still on my mind, and I thought about her other attacks on me. When she tripped me into a trash can, shoved me into a lake, and stole some personal writing pieces of mine and published them all over campus. My hands balled into fists just thinking about it, so I calmed myself and continued typing, pushing Leigh-Anne's freckled face out of my mind.
