Chapter 62:Kaitlyn wondered when the radio silence would finally come to an end.It had been days, with constant feedback from both Spencer and Hannah, about the missing man they each cared about deeply. None of them knew where he was staying, but he had at least made contact with Spencer out of all of them. It stung a bit to know he hadn’t chosen to reach out to her, but she was grateful that he at least didn’t abandon all of them. Apparently he had made plans to visit the both of them soon, before promptly disconnecting his phone. Kaitlyn was sure he did so to stop her from calling.It seemed, the only person he was truly avoiding…was her. Jackson’s words reverberated inside her head; that he was done with both Randy and her. The hurt that had been in his eyes still haunted her, and as she realized that her talk with Josh might have been for nothing, her lashes folded down. Jackson was making it

Chapter 64: Spill"But I went there and I didn't see him! I went into his classroom and I left a note on his whiteboard telling him to come home. And he never showed.”  Kaitlyn explained with a groan, falling back on her bed. After her bizarre meeting with Randy and Josh yesterday, Kaitlyn had invited over the girls to hang out.Hannah grimaced. "Ooh, I think I know what happened there."Kaitlyn raised a brow. "Jackson told me the other day how the janitors annoyingly clean his white board every afternoon even though he clearly marks for it to not be erased."Kaitlyn groaned and fell back against her bed. "This shouldn't be so hard," she whined.Olivia comfortingly patted her leg. "Oh, K, I'm sorry. But you'll get through to him," she assured with a small smile, "Just don't give up."The redhead covered her face with her hands. "I'm not even sure if he wants to see me!"It was Hannah’s turn to groan in ann

Chapter 66: "Randy?" she questioned with a baited breath and auirked brow when she couldn't stand the silence any longer. His stare was an odd mixture of emotions. She didn't want to look at them. He cleared his throat. "I-uh, sorry. I spaced out. I was wondering if you were doing anything after this," he began with an almost buisness like smile, "'Cause if you weren't, I thought we could hang out?" Kaitlyn didn't know whether to say yes or no, a part of her felt on edge. But the other half felt like she'd be putting up an unneeded wall with how much time they've spent together. So against her whispering judgemen, she caved. "It'll be too late to go to the park anyway, so sure. What did you have in mind?" He grinned. "Awesome! I know this place you'll love." "Okay, just let me know when you're ready to go then." Randy seemed to bounce on his feet and as he fidgeted with the tie he was wearing, she was left feeling anxious. She eyed him cur

Chapter 68: Kaitlyn was floored, unsure how to feel or what to say when Jackson apologized at the same time as her. She hadn't been expecting it. She had been expecting anger, or maybe even for him to tell her he had just forgotten something at the old place and that's why he had stopped by. She knew he said he had stopped by to talk, but who knew what that meant. And she knew if he did forget something, he very well he wouldn't seek out Randy--Jackson hated the guy. But to hear him apologize without a moment of hesitation hadn't been within her expectations at all. She blinked at him, slowly scanning his features. Jackson cleared his throat. His hand cupping the back of his neck, and she wished he was holding her instead. She wondered just when life without him had become unbearable. It wasn't that she knew she wouldn't survive without him, in fact, after Randy--she knew she would. But... she didn't wan

Chapter 70: The drawings had unnerved her for days, her moods fluctuating as she gathered her apartment together. It was hard to keep them a secret by this point, Josh and Jackson both noting her odd behavior as she drew into herself the last few weeks. It made starting over hard, as she tried to keep on a brave face in Jackson's presence. A part of her wanted to tell him about the weird drawings that kept winding up on her doorstep and mailbox, but given their recent reconciliation, she didn't want to do anything to hurt their relationship. She had a feeling the drawings had something to do with Randy, as he was featured in most of them. But she knew he wasn't capable of drawing at all. She also couldn't see him doing something like this--no matter how manupliative he could be, it didn't seem like him. So who? She didn't really know, but she was growing increasingly worried. Every picture was a moment she