Starting Over

Starting Over

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"Your gonna have to move, this is my desk." "Is it? Well, that sucks because I don't see the name Jackson anywhere." I say, tracing my finger along the table pretending to find his name written on the desk. "Wow, the new girl has attitude." He slams his Lonsdale on the desk, not even making me flinch a bit. "Ha whatever. Looks like you're stuck with sitting next to me, what a pleasure." I state. "Ah no, I'm not. Your going to get your own fucking desk." Jackson shakes his head. "Well if you can find me another desk than it looks like I'm staying here." I mock. He doesn't say anything but sit down in the seat next to me, lifts his feet up on the desk and leans back into his chair. Jackson pulls out his phone and rests it in his lap while he sends SnapChats to his 'mates'. When the class is almost finished, Jackson is still on his phone and didn't do any class work. He slides his phone across the table landing right in front of me. I notice that he wants me to add my SnapChat. "No," I say bluntly. -------------------- Ella has always found herself starting over. When she meets Jackson will she be starting over as often or at all?
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A few snippets so far: I felt naked in front of him. He's stripped me bare, pulled back my flesh, cracked open my rib cage to literally have my heart in his hands. He has the power to finish me off with one forceful squeeze or help hold all the pieces together while I work on mending and healing it. **** I take this time to breathe in the stale peacefulness of the room and wait for my body to properly wake up to get started with another day. My thoughts are soon abruptly stopped when I hear heavy breathing next to me, then I can feel the rise and fall of someone's chest and the heaviness of something wrapped around my torso. The imaginary glue in my eyes disappears as they open in a flash. To my utter disbelief and confusion, I find Harry sleeping...in my bed...with me. What, when how...what in the world is happening?! My internal panic worsens when I realize if he's here he saw the broken glass and blood in the room. FUCKING HELL! "Don't freak out, don't freak out," I talk out loud to myself but it's not fucking working. **** Last fucking chance to tell me I'm wrong and you're not hoeing around then sleep in my bed!" I say as harshly as I can. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even bat an eye at what I said. I pick up her phone on my nightstand and throw it at the closed door and watch her body tense up in anger. Her fists are white from how tightly she is clamping her fingers in her palm and her jaw is clenched. "You said it yourself, we're just friends. Friends don't act jealous like this," she quietly speaks. "I am not jealous; I couldn't give a fuck less. Have nothing to be jealous of." She takes a step back like I hit her, I can see her shattering right in front of me. "You know your way out. Get the fuck out of my apartment now," she walks over to grab her phone that bounced off the wall and walks out, she stops before she closes the door all the way.

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