[COMPLETED] Mila Wilson is quiet, anxious and a little bit of a mess. When she finally starts college despite her mental health issues, she meets the dark, mysterious, yet intriguing Jace Evans, who is covered in tattoos and the most beautiful boy s...
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I feel a great amount of relief when I close the door to my room behind me. I lean on it for support, out of breath from the half sprint I just performed to get away from Jace.
"Mila? What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost" Bree asks me concerned.
I look over to her and see that she's lying on her bed, with her computer on her lap.
"I think I might have" I say half-smiling at her.
I let out a big sigh.
"What happened?" she wants to know, pushing her laptop aside, motioning for me to sit next to her.
"I don't even know. I was walking back from the café, where I picked up a sandwich. And then right around the corner from here, I see Jace talking to this guy. Weirdly enough, there was no one around. It's not even that late yet..." I say, still putting the pieces together myself.
"You're not making any sense, girl" she says to me, stroking my back softly.
"I know, sorry, I guess I just can't believe it. I'm pretty sure I just saw Jace selling drugs to some guy" I stutter out.
I don't have to look at Bree, I know her mouth is standing wide open.
"Are you sure?" Bree asks, just as surprised as me.
"Yeah, he was handing over a tiny plastic bag with a handshake. If that isn't the most cliché thing for that, then I don't know" I say, ridding myself of my jacket.
"Wow..." she says, and is quiet for a few seconds. "I don't mean to be insensitive, but I have to say that I'm not as surprised as I should be" Bree adds.
I guess she's right. The mystery, the tattoos, the bad boy image. I should have known.
"You're right. I just... didn't think about it at all. That, that could be a possibility, you know?" I admit to her.
"So, I guess it's a problem for you?" Bree asks me.
"I'll be honest. I've never been around drugs, ever. I've never taken any and I get sick to my stomach just thinking about it. I guess I just wish I had known. I usually stay away from people like him, and now this is what I get... I don't know what I was thinking" I admit to her, rambling.
"You didn't know, that's the thing. I'm so sorry Mila" Bree says and embraces me in a hug.
"I think I need a shower" I say, half-smiling at her once again. "Thank you for listening" I add, before grabbing the stuff I need.
I leave a, probably worried, Bree behind. But before I can talk more about the situation, I need to think, and to wash the drugs off of me that I didn't even touch.
This is probably the longest I've ever been in these shower rooms. The hot water feels nice on my skin, like it's burning away all of my worries. I don't know why everything about this situation bothers me so much. All I know is that I don't want to be around a drug dealer. The pressure in my stomach returns instantly, just thinking about it. I wouldn't expect Jace to tell me about his occupation on our first weekend of meeting but, like I said, I wish I had known before getting so deep into this mess.
