Since the Halloween party, Jax and I still hadn't kissed, but I was determined this time. Last weekend, I saw his resolve breaking, and I was hell-bent on taking advantage. All week long I had been trying my best to get Jax to kiss me, but to no avail.I had worn skimpy clothes, I bent over to "pick stuff up" in front of him a few times, I borrowed Hannah's pheromone perfume, I flirted with other guys to make him jealous... and still, nothing. I could tell that he still wanted me... but he was doing an excellent job and keeping his guard up. I was also pretty sure that he knew what I was doing, but I didn't care. I was going to get him to kiss me. I needed to. Today was Saturday, and Jax had promised me that he would teach me some self-defense today. After I finished braiding my hair into a Dutch French side braid, I borrowed an outfit from Hannah--a rather sexy spandex set that I was planning to use to my advantage at the gym later. However, it was cold outside, so for the time be

“Are you sure you don't want to come home with me?" Hannah asked as I laid in my bed. I rolled over to face her, holding my thick duvet over my shoulders. "Yeah," I sighed, "It's fine. Mason and I are going to hang out on campus. But you have a good break; I'll see you when you get back."Hannah nodded, though she looked a little hesitant about leaving me here. Still, she slung her bag over her shoulder and gave me a quick hug before heading out. As much as I normally didn’t like the silence, I also felt a little relieved. I didn’t want her to see me wallowing all day. I was still in my pajamas, and honestly, I didn't feel like changing out of them. Instead, I grabbed my laptop, climbing back up into my bed to start a movie marathon of some kind. I didn’t want to think about my own life today.Thanksgiving was hard for me. It had been a hard time since my mom and sister died, and this year, it was even harder because I couldn't even spend it with my dad. I supposed I just didn't fee

What a week. With Christmas break fast approaching, Jax, Hannah, Blake, and I had been completely bogged down by papers and studying for finals. It was only Thursday night, and I was already exhausted, crawling into bed for the night around 9:30. Luckily, my classes didn't start until 10:30 on Thursdays, so I could kind of sleep in. I was prepared to have a full night of sleep, given how tired I had been, until I awoke to the horrible, horrible sound of thunder around 1:00 AM. At first, I wasn't sure what I was hearing that had woken me up, but when I saw the flash of lightning, I knew what was coming. The patter of rain drops hitting the dorm windows was nothing compared to the thunderous boom that erupted throughout the sky. I trembled in my bed, images of the initial crash flashing in my mind. I hated thunder. HATED it. I wanted to hide away under my covers, but felt almost too paralyzed by fear to do so. I had been lucky up to this point. Though there had been a few storms s

"So what did you mean when you said, 'for now,'" Jaxon pressed as we returned from class. I really didn't feel like explaining at the moment. The English exam we just took was exhausting. Not only was my hand cramping from writing into tiny little blue books, but my head was pounding. Thankfully, it was our last exam... and it was Friday. I lead us into my empty dorm room, tossing my backpack to the side and settling heavily onto the futon. Luckily, we were clear to have this discussion- Hannah wasn't ever home on Fridays until later, but still, I was dreading it. "Come sit down with me," I said, rubbing at my temples, "then we can talk." "Fine," Jax said, staring at me. "Are you feeling okay?" I nodded. "Yeah- just a headache. I think it was from writing. I don't like having to look down for that long; it hurts my neck and gives me headaches." He nodded, putting his bag down and picking up the bottle of ibuprofen on my desk. "Here," he said, pulling the cap off and pourin

Well.... it was that time of the year again. Christmas. I was prepared for how I would feel today, given how I felt on Thanksgiving. And, if I was being totally honest, I never felt like celebrating Christmas anyway. Nor did my dad. We actually made Thanksgiving a bigger celebration... Christmas was always too hard for us after the car accident. So, given that my dad and I often ignored Christmas anyway, today sucked, but I was feeling okay. At least, I was definitely feeling better than I did on Thanksgiving. Hannah and Blake had already gone home again, so Jax and I were alone. I knew he'd probably be coming in here to check on me soon, and I didn't want him to find me like he did last holiday. Instead, I pulled myself out of bed, grabbed my shower caddy, and headed to the bathroom. I took my time in the showers today, letting the hot water cascade over my body. It was quiet in here since everyone had family to visit during our two weeks off. Well, everyone but Jax and I. I