"Hey winter or should I call you the girl that likes to bump into me a lot. I know he is an ass but Jaxson said," I stop him with a raised hand.

"Honestly, I don't want to know. I have other problems now, I can’t deal with him." I say moving around him and ignoring the second voice in my head saying I desperately want to know.

"Winter wait," he says behind me, as I walk faster away and finally get to my car.

"Winter." I hear the faint growl in his voice but I ignore him all the same, he must have known he had upset me yesterday and why do I have the feeling he did it on purpose?

I drive away while Harris watches with his blue slightly green eyes almost glowing. It once scared me to see them do that but know I really don’t care. I feel like part of me has been cut off and I’m not sure how to get it back.

When I pull into my apartment car park, I spend way too long staring at the place I found Freddy. The same night I met Wyatt and how complicated that whole night seems to be. There are too many questions and fewer answers to be found in my mind, without any help. Would I change anything? I don't think I would. Wyatt is winning my heart but I’m so scared he going to do something stupid to protect me. Jaxson has my heart already but he doesn’t want it. Maybe I should just stick with my love for Freddy, the boy I’m getting protective of. I have to remind myself to message him back. He keeps sending me funny Harry Potter memes.

"Why are you sitting in your car?" Jaxson says, opening my passenger door and making me jump. His green eyes hold amusement as he slides into my small car, which seems far smaller with him inside.

"I don't know, I was thinking of Freddy," I say honestly.

Jaxson regards me for a second, looking at the empty parking lot with me. The sun is almost shining through the dark clouds but the place makes me feel alone with all my worries.

"He misses you." He says finally and I have a feeling he isn't the only one with the way Jaxson is looking at me. He reaches out brushing away a stray bit of hair from my face.

"Please don't, don't make this harder," I whisper, unable to pull away as he finger traces my cheek to my lips.

"Winter I can't stay away; I need to tell you something." He says, a cold cocky tone coming back into his voice. It’s like he needs to put up a mental barrier before trying to talk to me. I watch as he pulls away from me, with his whole body going tense.