I end up just taking a shower myself. I felt bad for not letting Jackson join me, but I could really use a bit of privacy to get my thoughts together.

As the water ripples over my sweaty skin and awakens me from my drunken stage, I begin to realize just what's happened. I've had sex with my best friends brother three times. Hell, two of those times were in one night! This not only will ruin my friendship with Nikki, but what will everyone at school think?

I shake my head to rid those thoughts, I need to just focus on what I want for once. Do I want Jackson? Yes. Do I think he's changed? No. Well damn. That's one thing I haven't really thought about. Jackson is a massive player, like...massive. New girl every week massive. What if I'm just the different girl every week? This could potentially end really badly.

I try to forget about my thoughts and sort everything out tomorrow since I'm super tired. I grab the towel Jackson got for me even though I know where they're kept, and tie it around my body.

Walking out of the bathroom and to Jackson's room, he's sitting on his bed, typing away on his phone.

I clear my throat, instantly getting his attention. Like I expected, his eyes rake over my body, turning darker my the second.

"Um, I have a shirt and boxers you can wear," he says and gets up, fumbling through his drawers, finding a Lincoln Park Football t-shirt. "Here."

I catch the shirt and boxers, then stand there awkwardly. Am I supposed to change in front of him? Not that it would really matter, I'm just trying to figure everything out and changing in front of him isn't a good idea.

"What?" He asks, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. My eyes trail to his biceps before I snap out of it with a blink of my eyes.

"Well - I kind of need to change and I'm not-"

"You want me to leave?" He asks incredulously.

"W-well - yes," I sigh and look down. I feel him walking closer to me until we're toe to toe.

"You're telling me," he softly says. "That you'll let me eat you out and not watch you change?"

I blush even harder, my whole body being set on fire. No I'm definitely not looking up.

I make a weird strangled noise at the words, causing Jackson to tilt my chin up so I can look him in the eyes.

"Do you trust me?" He asks.

"Jackson, seriously it's not that big of a deal-"

"But it is," he growls. "I thought we were getting somewhere yet you're scared to change in front of me."

"Jackson-"

"I just don understand how we can have sex - which causes two body parts-"

He stops talking when he watches my towel fall to the floor. I try not to blush as his eyes drink me in.

"See," I stare at him. "It's not a big deal."

I pull the shirt over my head and slide the boxers up my legs after.

"You can go take a shower now," I pat his chest and walk over to his bed, situating myself under the covers.

"R-right," he stutters and walks out of the room and into the bathroom.

I sigh, leaning back against the bed and stare at the ceiling. Is everything happening to fast? I feel like just two days ago we hated each other and now we're thinking about pursuing a relationship. It just doesn't seem right. I'm just overthinking things as usual, though.

I'm definitely attracted to Jackson, I think he's a good looking guy and has a good heart. The thing that stops me is how much of a womanizer he is. I don't want to get hurt again because a boyfriend of mine cheated on me. Plus, what if he's like Nathan and only wants my body. Maybe that wouldn't make sense. I just don't know!

Groaning, I roll on my side and stare out his window. I've never stayed the night here and not been in Nikki's room. It doesn't even feel like the same house now.

I just need to sleep it off. Maybe I'll think more clearly in the morning.

•••

I don't remember closing my eyes, or falling asleep for that matter. I don't remember Jackson slipping in bed with his chest pressed to my back and arms wrapped around my waist. It's pretty obvious it happened when I notice the sun shining in through his window and the muscular arms around my waist.

I whimper when I try to sit up and my head feels like it may just explode. I remember all of last night, it didn't even seem like I was drunk, but now I know it was worse than I thought.

I need to leave.

I try my best in slipping out of Jackson's strong arms, handing him a pillow when he starts to reach for me again. Without thinking much, I grab my clothes from last night and my bag, quietly padding to the door.

I look back first, analyzing the sleeping man in the bed.

"I'm sorry," I whisper even though I'm sure he's so under right now. I slowly turn the knob and slip out of his room, shutting the door as quietly as I can possible.

As I speed walk down the hallway I pass Nikki's room and sigh, feeling tears cloud my vision. Just keep moving. And I do, walking down the stairs. What I don't expect is running into Colten on the last step.

My heart rate increases tremendously as he looks at me in his best friends clothes.

"Where're you going?" He asks, crossing his arms. Shit, shit, shit.

"U-Um I was just you know," I click my tongue. "Heading home."

He looks at me intently.

"Does Jackson know you're leaving?" He questions making a sinking feeling fill my stomach.

"Please," I close my eyes. "I need to leave right now and get my thoughts under control."

"How are you getting there?"

I look up at him, my mouth opening and closing like a fish without water.

"Walk," I whisper.

"Hell no," he bites back and grabs Jackson's keys off the hook. "I'll take you."

"You don't need to do that-"

"Actually," he cuts me off. "I do. Jackson will be mad when he finds out you left, but even more enraged if he figures out you walked home."

"He'll get mad at you for driving me," I sigh, not wanting to create any fights between the two boys.

"I can handle him," he smirks cockily. "Now lets go before he wakes up."

I don't object and follow him out to Jackson's truck.

The ride is almost all the way silent when Colten speaks up two minutes away from my house.

"Having second thoughts?" He asks. I sigh and lean my head back, closing my eyes.

"I don't know," I breathe.

I really don't. That's why I need to leave his presence so I can figure everything out without doing something I'll regret. Lord knows I'll say something bad and anger Jackson.

"If you are," he glances at me sideways. "Let him know. He seems to really care for you and I don't want him being strung along."

Point taken.

Jackson's POV.

When I come to, the morning sun is shining through my window causing me squint. I push myself closer to Brittni only to realize she isn't there.

I shoot up straight, looking around the room. Her bag is gone from the floor along with her clothes and shoes. My heart rate increases and I run a hand through my hair.

Growling, I throw myself off the bed and stomp down the stairs. I notice Colten sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal and decide to ask him.

"Where the fuck is, Brittni?" I growl, stepping in front of him. If she left, I would guess Colten knew where she went.

"She went home," he answers bluntly.

"What do you mean she went home?" I take a deep breathe to keep myself from freaking out.

"I mean," he stands up so he's level with me. "She left and went home."

"You let her walk home!" I shout, not to loud to where Nikki will hear, but enough for Colten to get the point that I am pissed beyond belief.

"Of course not," he growls. "I drove her."

My chest is moving up and down at an irregular speed whole Colten and I glare at each other.

"Whoa," my sisters voice breaks us apart. "What's going on?"

I look at Colten one last time before walking over to Nikki.

"Nothing, how are you feeling?" I ask.

"Like shit," she groans. "Can someone go make me coffee."

I offer to do it and walk into the kitchen, putting everything together. I place my hands on the edge of counter and close my eyes.

I can't believe she left. After what I confessed! I hope she knows that just because she left doesn't mean I'm going to stop pursuing her.

The shrill ringing of my cell phone brings me out of my thoughts and I pull the device out of my pocket, my heart jumping when I see Brittni's name flash across it.

"Hello," I breathe, and my body almost grows rigid when I hear a soft cry leave her lips.

"Ja-Jackson?" She questions.

"Yes, yes what's wrong?" I ask, already running up the stairs and pulling on a shirt and pants.

"I-I need you," she cries. "N-Nathan came over and-"

The line disconnects.

I turn around and punch my fist through the wall. As soon as I heard the name Nathan I was already two steps ahead.

I slip on my shoes and mumble an excuse to Nikki and Colten. Speeding out of the driveway, I completely disregard the speed limit, hoping I won't get pulled over and finally make it to her house. I jump out of the car and run straight into the house, my eyes taking in the sight before me.

Pillows on the floor, pictures knocked off the wall, pieces of glass scattered around the floor. My heart hammers in my chest like a drum.

"Brittni!" I call out, stepping over some pieces of glass and head up stairs where I hear soft cries. "Brittni!"

"Jackson," I hear faintly and run up the rest of the stairs and into her room. What I see now is something that'll never leave my head. Ever.

"Brittni," my voice cracks as I take in her slightly battered body. Her head is bleeding indicating the fucker did something there.

I rush over to her, kneeling beside her body, picking up her head and let my body shake with unwanted tears.

"Baby," I bite my lip and look down her body to see any thing else, but other than a few red patches on her legs, she seems fine besides the head. "What happened?"

"Nathan," she whispers. "He was angry and broke in the house..."

"Shh," I kiss her forehead. "Everything is going to be okay."

"He almost räped me, Jackson," she sobs, burying her face in my chest.

I see red. Nothing else. Red this and red that. The word itself drives me into anger more powerful than the devil himself. When I find him, he'll wish he never crossed my path.

"I'll take care of it," I clench my jaw. "Let's get you cleaned up."

If killing Nathan is the last thing I ever do than so help me, I'll make it worth my while.

No one. And I mean no one touches the people I care about without a consequence. Ever. Especially Brittni.

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Ahhhhhh!!! What the hell just happened?! I don't even know it just popped in my mind and I'm like Nathan is already psycho so why not drag it out :)

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