Page 82 of Run For Me
“How are your classes going?” I ask to change the subject. I don’t think she’s fine, but if she says she is, then I guess she is. Thankfully nothing bad happened, though I’m pretty sure it was close to. I’m grateful that JT was watching and cared enough to say something about it to his friend.
Colton was nice, though a bit scary. That’s his house we were at, and he throws parties all the time and “knows how guys can be.” Weird thing to have said so casually, but what do I know? Like Amelia said: I need to go out more.
When we got into the room, I said I wasn’t tired and didn’t plan on falling asleep, but when I heard something sliding against the door, I knew JT was there and would keep me safe. So I crawled into the opposite side of the king-sized bed and fell asleep.
I woke as the sun was coming up, and before I tried opening the door, I knocked to see if he was still there.
He was.
He’d asked a few questions before leaving.
Are you leaving? Are you okay? Do you need help?
All questions that show me he cares about my wellbeing. Funny coming from him, after what we’ve done, but even when he’s rough with me, he’s careful. And he’s never done something I didn’t want him to do.
This whole thing is turning into something much bigger than I thought. My head is losing the battle with my heart, and I know this is going to blow up in my face. Guys like JT don’t settle down with girls like me. We’re in college. This is never going to be a thing, but I don’t want to let him go either. So what the hell am I supposed to do?
“Sailor?” I blink and Amelia comes back into focus, brow pinched. “Should I be asking if you’re okay?”
“I’m tired,” I admit, rubbing my forehead. “I have so much homework all the time, and I’m not used to it. Maybe I should have taken fewer classes.”
She nods. “At least you know better for next semester. We don’t have much left in this one. You’ve totally got this.”
I give her a smile that I don’t quite feel and pick up my warm cup of tea to take a sip.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?”
I look up at the girl suddenly standing beside our table with a scowl on her face. I look from her to Amelia, then back to her.She doesn’t look familiar, but her eyes are on me, so I’m guessing she’s talking to me?
“Excuse me?” I say just as Amelia says, “Who the hell are you?”
“I know you heard me, skank.”
A choked sound leaves me, and I can’t form words.
“You need to leave,” Amelia demands. “Like right now.”
The girl scoffs at her, then brings her attention back to me, flipping her bleach blonde hair over her shoulder before putting her hands on her hips. “You better keep your hands off my boyfriend, or I will make your life hell.”
“Your… boyfriend?” I question.
She must have the wrong person.
Of course, for a fleeting second JT pops up into my head, but if I don’t know who he is, and we aren’t seen together, why would she think we have anything to do with the other? That’s impossible.
“That’s right,” she says with a cocky smirk. “Stay the fuck away from him.”
“Who the fuck is your boyfriend?” Amelia says.
She scoffs again, rolling her eyes. “Jaxon, obviously.”
“Well, maybe you should tell Jaxon to keep his dick in his pants. Sailor isn’t that type of girl,” Amelia argues.
“I saw you at the party,” this girl says to me. “And I saw the way he was looking at you.” She leans down and I lean away, not afraid that she’s going to hit me, but because I don’t want to be next to her. She smells like vanilla, and it’s way too strong. “Stay away from him, Sailor.”
She turns quickly, her hair swishing behind her and her heels clicking on the tiled floor. I blink a few times, my gaze going back to Amelia.
“Is Jaxon your—”
