tormenting him were from back home, so it had to have happened here. Whomever that woman might be, if I ever found out her identity, I would definitely give her a piece of my mind, and it sure as heck wouldn’t be black or white; it would be oh so colorful she would be blinded by it.
With a dejected sigh, I began to gather my bearings and move toward the kitchen. Since Jackson was preoccupied with tomorrow’s trip and packing his things, I didn’t want to intrude by asking him if he wanted dinner. He seemed as though he needed space to breathe.
I rummaged in the fridge for something light to stave off hunger. Quite honestly, after the long day, all I wanted was a long bath and some deep sleep.
Not willing to prolong my agony and with little selection to choose from, it wasn’t a hardship to pluck a small bottle of chocolate milk before I limped back toward my room to unwind, reflect, and reassess today’s events.
There was quite a lot to ponder.
With Jackson gone over the weekend and with Drew avoiding coming home, it looked like I would be spending it all by myself. This was a predicament I hadn’t expected. My current situation hadn’t ignited any new and promising friendships in the two days I had attended classes, so I supposed I would just go through Netflix until boredom settled in.
Chapter Eight
Boarding now. Told Drew to check on you, so don’t get annoyed. Try not to party too hard while I’m away. Be safe. Love you, booger.
Jackson’s text made me sigh while I was in the middle of class. I appreciated that he had contacted Drew, even though they weren’t in such a good place with their friendship. They had always been that way—if they had a row, they always put their differences aside if there was something more important to be dealt with. Hopefully, they would find a way to mend things before this dragged on and the problem became too big, the gap too wide to bridge.
It was past six when I emerged from school. Like any normal student, I immediately delved straight into my phone, scrolling through text messages from Mom, Courtney, and one from Spencer.
Ignoring the rest, I began to write my best friend back since she had updated me about her new life in San Diego. She and I had been stuck like glue for as long as I could remember and were experiencing college differently.
In the middle of typing my reply about her taking time off to visit me, some random guy ran past me, bulldozing his way as he fiercely pushed me to the side, making me lose my balance and land on the side of the pavement. I didn’t even get the chance to huff in air before I felt my ankle twist completely, making me stumble and unceremoniously collapse on my ass.
“Sweetie, are you okay?” A frail, old black woman came to my rescue, frowning down at me with a concerned look on her face.
“I—” I dragged my eyes away from her before gazing down at my unfortunate situation. The agonizing pain in my foot had skyrocketed to new heights. Add in the shock, and I was a breath away from a panic attack. “My foot … it’s … I don’t think I can move it,” I choked out.
The woman didn’t even bat an eyelash before taking charge and calling 911 while the rest of the traffic carried on without barely glancing at me. Everyone was in a rush because most believed that time was money and being a good Samaritan would seriously cost too much time, effort, and maybe a little heart, which was a foreign word here, it seemed. I wondered, if I had worn a skirt, would it have been different. I wouldn’t ponder anymore because this wouldn’t happen again, not if I could help it. If this did ever happen again and some random guy shoved me to the side because he had to get somewhere in a heartbeat, I would chase him until he apologize like a true gentleman. A stretch to some, but hell, where were the fucking manners?
“They’re on their way,” the kind woman informed me with soulful eyes. “Can I assist you to sit on the
With a dejected sigh, I began to gather my bearings and move toward the kitchen. Since Jackson was preoccupied with tomorrow’s trip and packing his things, I didn’t want to intrude by asking him if he wanted dinner. He seemed as though he needed space to breathe.
I rummaged in the fridge for something light to stave off hunger. Quite honestly, after the long day, all I wanted was a long bath and some deep sleep.
Not willing to prolong my agony and with little selection to choose from, it wasn’t a hardship to pluck a small bottle of chocolate milk before I limped back toward my room to unwind, reflect, and reassess today’s events.
There was quite a lot to ponder.
With Jackson gone over the weekend and with Drew avoiding coming home, it looked like I would be spending it all by myself. This was a predicament I hadn’t expected. My current situation hadn’t ignited any new and promising friendships in the two days I had attended classes, so I supposed I would just go through Netflix until boredom settled in.
Chapter Eight
Boarding now. Told Drew to check on you, so don’t get annoyed. Try not to party too hard while I’m away. Be safe. Love you, booger.
Jackson’s text made me sigh while I was in the middle of class. I appreciated that he had contacted Drew, even though they weren’t in such a good place with their friendship. They had always been that way—if they had a row, they always put their differences aside if there was something more important to be dealt with. Hopefully, they would find a way to mend things before this dragged on and the problem became too big, the gap too wide to bridge.
It was past six when I emerged from school. Like any normal student, I immediately delved straight into my phone, scrolling through text messages from Mom, Courtney, and one from Spencer.
Ignoring the rest, I began to write my best friend back since she had updated me about her new life in San Diego. She and I had been stuck like glue for as long as I could remember and were experiencing college differently.
In the middle of typing my reply about her taking time off to visit me, some random guy ran past me, bulldozing his way as he fiercely pushed me to the side, making me lose my balance and land on the side of the pavement. I didn’t even get the chance to huff in air before I felt my ankle twist completely, making me stumble and unceremoniously collapse on my ass.
“Sweetie, are you okay?” A frail, old black woman came to my rescue, frowning down at me with a concerned look on her face.
“I—” I dragged my eyes away from her before gazing down at my unfortunate situation. The agonizing pain in my foot had skyrocketed to new heights. Add in the shock, and I was a breath away from a panic attack. “My foot … it’s … I don’t think I can move it,” I choked out.
The woman didn’t even bat an eyelash before taking charge and calling 911 while the rest of the traffic carried on without barely glancing at me. Everyone was in a rush because most believed that time was money and being a good Samaritan would seriously cost too much time, effort, and maybe a little heart, which was a foreign word here, it seemed. I wondered, if I had worn a skirt, would it have been different. I wouldn’t ponder anymore because this wouldn’t happen again, not if I could help it. If this did ever happen again and some random guy shoved me to the side because he had to get somewhere in a heartbeat, I would chase him until he apologize like a true gentleman. A stretch to some, but hell, where were the fucking manners?
“They’re on their way,” the kind woman informed me with soulful eyes. “Can I assist you to sit on the
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