Mr Player, Mr Popular and I

11. You won't be able to have kids the second I meet you...

Jesslyn's POV.

I am hurt. I am so hurt. How dare those girls say that about me? They don't even know me. Guess those girls don't care about that though.

Slow sobs escape my mouth as I quickly rush to my dorm. Jackson gave up on following me a few seconds after I stormed off.

"He's such a prick Jesslyn." Ester tells me over the phone after I managed to choke out what has happened in the last few days.

The horrible prick didn't even make a real effort to follow me. The again, I didn't want him to, but it would have meant he was a tab bit sorry.

I sigh, wiping away my tears as I reach my dorm, and open the door.

God, I miss Ester. If she were here, she would have kicked Jackson's ass. I know Abi and Rae would too, but I've known Ester since we were 11, year five. Yep, it's been six years since we've known each other.

"I know. I swear... I never did anything...t..to him." I sob.

"I swear I would kill that motherfu-"Ester curses, but it doesn't make me cringe like it would normally. He deserves what he's been called.

I open the door and close it as soon as I walk in, letting more sobs escape. I know some people would say I'm overreacting, but honestly, you have to experience something to know how it feels. I turn my phone onto speaker.

"Jess, you're not overreacting. I would be doing the same if I were you too." Ester says

"I hate him." I sobbed. "I hate that bastard. He's a fucking bastard." I spit, clutching my phone tightly, as I made my way to the sofa, placing my phone on the tea table.

"You actually cursed. You swore. Oh god, you actually hate me?" A voice asks, startling me. Startled, I turn around to see Jackson.

"Is that Jackson?" Ester screeches over the phone. "I thought you're in your dorm? That fucker followed you into your dorm! What the actual hell?"

Jackson cringes as Ester keeps swearing.

"Can you get her to shut up for a bit?" He asks cautiously, but I just stare at him. How the hell is he in here, my dorm? What on earth?

"I WILL BLOODY HELL NOT SHUT UP! You stuck up, jerk! How dare you tell me to shut up after what you have done? I swear I would have your balls right now if I were in Miami too. You fu-" Ester gets cut off when Jackson clicks the 'end' button on my phone.

"Get out." I growl angrily, glaring at Jackson, wiping away my tears.

"I'm sorry." Jackson says, looking guilty. I look away. I pull away from Jackson when he attempts to grab my hand.

"Get out you bastard." I spit, tears threatening to spill. "How the hell did you even get here before me, and actually get in?"

"I've been here practically my whole life. What do you expect? And besides, what kind of bad ass guy would I be if I can't even pick a lock?" He asks, forcing a smile.

"Leave. I don't want to talk to you." I quietly yet firmly say, turning around, but I get pulled back into Jackson's grasp.

"I'm a dickhead. I understand if you want that phrase to be literally true right now, you know, like cut of my dick and stick it onto my head. And I don't blame you." He says, looking me dead on in the eye.

"You don't have any idea how hurt I am, Jackson." I whisper, tearing up. God, it's been three years since the last time something like this has happened; people saying so much shit about me. Only, it was because of an even worse cause than what Jackson has done. I can't even talk about it; it hurts me too much.