Lethal Love

21 ; I Just Know

It's been almost a week since the starry night on Jacksons rooftop. I've had goosebumps ever since Hailee revealed her theory. I'm saying theory because I don't want to believe it's a fact. But what if it is? What does that even mean?

I was certain he was dead. But then again I never actually saw it on the news or read about it in the papers. I was too distracted, to say the least. The week following my moms death and Jacksons sins is all a blur to me. I don't remember eating or even getting up to shower or bathe or pee. The only thing I remember clearly is how the pillowcase was always wet.

Another chill runs down my spine when I catch a glimpse of Jackson coming towards me. I've successfully avoided him until now. I never noticed him in school before everything happened, but now he stands out like a sore thumb. My legs move away from him before my eyes do but he's already seen me.

"Not now Jackson..." I mumble.

"Hey Adeline, wait." His voice infiltrates my mind like needles.

I continue weaving my way through the busy hallways but my whole body stiffens when I feel Jacksons fingers wrapping around my wrist. His grip is tight at first but when he realizes I'm not moving it loosens.

"Please... Just talk to me." His voice is quiet but to me it's like he's being broadcasted over the speaker system.

People continue to buzz around us, ignoring the two of us.

I turn around but regret it instantly. I can't walk away from him again. I can't let him go one more time. Not when he's looking at me like that.

Not when it feels like my heart just started beating again.

"We need to talk." He repeats

"I-

I'm cut off from the screeching blaring from the bell. I let out a sigh and Jackson releases my hand.

"Meet me at my truck after school," he says.

I open my mouth to protest but don't even utter a word because he's already gone.

...

"Ah shit."

"What?"

"I forgot to get dressing," Hailee moans.

I snort. "Seriously? You don't need the extra calories," I laugh.

Hailee gasps. "Hey, I look hot no matter how much weight I put on." She puts her nose up in the air snobbily and I laugh again.

"I know."

"Speaking of hotties, what are you gonna do with your Romeo?"

"He's not a Romeo..."

Hailee squints her eyes and nod her head, as if she's really debating my statement. "Yeah, I guess he's more like a Christian Grey," she says, her voice teasing.

"Oh stop it," I say.

"I'll stop if you stop."

"Stop what?"

"Avoiding the subject."

I narrow my eyes at her but don't protest because I know she's right. She gives me a pointed look and I roll my eyes.

"What do I even do? Hailee, seriously... Everything is so complicated. I can't believe I used to complain about my life before."

"Oh stop that whole 'oh-I-can't-be-with-him-but-I-want-to-but-he's-bad-but-I-like-it-but-I-shouldn't' crap," she says, her voice mimicking some whiny girl.