“What’s it to you?” I grunt, striding past him. “Who knows? Maybe I was out screwing your best friend.” I grin to myself. If only he knew who I was really screwing. Though I’m sure the rumor mill will do its thing and in time he’ll know exactly what I was up to.
“Kaylah,” he sighs, pushing up from the couch but not stepping towards me. “How long are you going to hold that against me?”
“Until you can go back in time and change what you did.”
“Come on, you know I can’t do that.”
I stop in the hallway in front of my bedroom door before looking back at him still by the couch. “Then I guess I’ll never get over it.”
Jackson’s expression breaks but I don’t hang around to hear his excuses. I push through my bedroom door and let it fall closed behind me, collapsing down into the bed and wishing today was already over.
Chapter 4
Jesse
I think I’m in love.
I sit back on the couch in the den, watching the T.V. but not actually hearing it. I haven’t been able to get Kaylah Millington out of my head all day. She blew my fucking mind. Hell, I even refused to let her sneak out of that room and made her stay and chill out, but something tells me that she wasn’t exactly put off by the idea.
I don’t know what’s up with me. I’ve never spent time with a girl after a random screw like that before. What’s more, I sure as hell haven’t fallen asleep spooning one, let alone, waking up craving her the next morning.
The fact that she’s Jackson’s baby sister…well, I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. It’s really a bit of both. It’s a way to stick it to Jackson that I stuck it to his sister, but at the same time, she’s his little sister and there’s no way in hell she’ll let me get that close again.
I’ve sat here all afternoon. I got home from dropping her off and haven’t moved a fucking muscle since. My phone has chimed over and over again with the boys looking for me. Nate has walked in a handful of times, wondering what the hell is wrong with me and as I stared off into space, unable to give him a straight answer. He wandered off utterly clueless.
Thoughts of her body swirl through my head and I’m struggling, I’m really fucking struggling. It’s messing with my head. I don’t understand what the fuck this is. This shit has never happened to me. I’m not the guy who catches feelings for some chick, especially some chick who happens to be Jackson Millington’s little sister.
Fuck, I’m screwed.
Why can’t I stop thinking about her?
I have to do something, but I’m so out of my depth here. What am I supposed to do? How do I make it stop?
I get up and make my way into the kitchen and start opening up drawers, the fridge, the fucking pantry, basically anything that will open and close while I search for something, but I don’t fucking know what. Maybe I’m hungry, but I’m too confused and out of it to think straight. Why am I so fucked up?
“What on earth are you doing?”
I spin around to find mom staring at me from the dining table and I check myself. When the fuck did she get there? I swear I didn’t walk past her just now. “I, um…I’m hungry.”
Mom narrows her eyes at me before pushing up from the table. She walks over to me slowly. “Are you alright? You’ve been acting strange all day.”
“Yeah,” I say, shrugging off her concern. “I’m fine, just tired, I guess. I think I’ll go and lie down for a while.”
“Alright,” she says with deep suspicion. “Don’t make a mess. I’ve spent the day cleaning.”
I smile. There’s nothing quite like having to tip-toe around the house after mom has spent the day cleaning it. I get up to my room and lie down on my bed for all of three seconds before flying back up and grabbing my keys. This is driving me insane. I need to talk it through. I need to understand what this feeling is and there’s only one person whom I can possibly talk to.
I pull up outside Tora’s place ten minutes later and make my way through her door, not bothering with knocking or ringing the doorbell. I walk through, knowing she’s either up in her room with her eyes glued to her Kindle or she’s down in the den binge-watching something on Netflix.
I start with the den and I’m not disappointed. “What are you doing here?” Tora groans as I walk past her and knock her feet off the coffee table.
I drop down on the couch beside her with a heavy sigh and lean forward, propping my elbows on my knees. I look to Tora, not sure of any other words to describe it. “I’m in trouble.”