Chapter 3

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(Emma's P.O.V.)

I woke up to the sound of "Perfect" by 5SOS. I walked over to my suitcase and grabbed a towel and my toiletries. I also put a oversized cream knit sweater, black skinny jeans, and my white converse in a little duffel bag. I slipped on my flip flops and headed for the community showers.

I hated those things though. They were just so public. And there were always those people who thought it was ok to walk around the bathroom but naked nasty (or nah)...

I made it to the showers and I went in one of the stalls. I was sure to lock the door. I turned on the hot water and I put my body underneath the water. It was so soothing.

Once my shower was complete, I changed my clothes and dried my curly, blondy-brown hair in my towel. As I was walking out of the door, I heard someone crying. I went back in to see who it was. I saw a young girl about my age, crying on the floor.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked the girl.

"Its- it's Ronan. Mr. Ronan." She sobbed.

"What did he do? Tell me. You can trust me."I insisted.

"He-he stepped in the showers when I was using it and he- he pressed his body up against mine. And I- I" she broke down in sobs again.

I just got on my knees and hugged her. "It's ok...shhh". Sure I was treating her like a baby, but this was painful for even me to watch. Someone cry from "almost rape".

"What's your name?" She said in between her tears.

"My name is Emma Landis." I said.

"We'll thank you, Emma."

I stood up and offered my hand. She got up and hugged me. "Can we- we be friends? Cause I don't really have any. I've only been here a week."

"Of course. You're a really nice kid. But what's your name?"

"My name is Jayden. Jayden Hemmings."

"We'll nice to meet you friend." I shook her hand. We both .giggled.

I suggested we go get coffee, so we went to Starbucks. Not my first choice, as it's "only for 'white girls'", but it was the closest thing to campus. Jayden and I just sat down talking about our plans for the semester. Turned out we were taking the same classes. I was majoring in theatre/ performing arts. So was she!

I was somehow in the middle of a story about my brother getting stuck in a swing, when the bell on the front door rang. All heads turned in the direction of the front of the room. Everyone turned back and continued with their own business, but j was the junky one who happened to still be staring...

"Nash?".

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