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The door opened and as soon as it did Jackson kissed her. It took the girl completely by surprise but she quickly simmered into his kiss as she got further into the room.

Her fingers trailed to his hair, tugging and pulling gently. He moans, loving that feeling on his scalp.

Jackson picked her up and eased her onto his bed. She yelped and he quickly broke the kiss, shushing her. Jackson gaze went to the other side of the room, wanting to make sure Azalea was still asleep.

Megan turned his face back to hers and she kissed him. "I promise to keep it down." She whispers with a grin. Honestly he's got no idea why he's doing this, but seeing her laughing with Tony earlier in class made him...jealous.

He could only wonder if she did it to get to him, or maybe she did it to send him a message. Whatever it was though, he didn't like it.

Jackson took his shirt off and she followed suit, tossing her shirt to the floor. Next was his pants and then his underwear. Megan got makes under him, the rest of her clothes hitting the floor.

Jackson sucked at her nipple and she sharply inhaled, moaning in satisfaction. She was sitting with Tony in the cafeteria talking about what they were going to do on their project when he came in.

"My dorm, midnight."

Then he gave her a kiss on the cheek, sending Tony a quick glance before leaving. And now here she is.

Jackson eased himself inside of her and she moaned loudly. He covered her mouth, shaking a breath as he thrusted his hips.

She pried his hand away and kisses him, grabbing his back. Jackson shivered at the feel of her nails digging past his skin.

It was petty. All of it was, but he didn't stop and her moans only got louder with every thrust her gave her. And it won't be too long until Azie woke up to said sounds.

At first she thought she was dreaming or hearing things so she paid it no mind as she tried to force herself back to sleep. However, low whimpered moans got louder.

"Shut the fuck up." He breathes out, slowing his pace. Azalea's eyes then flew wide open. Her brows scrunched and her heart skipped a beat.

Azalea stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest. She had thought Jackson was just alone, maybe doing something embarrassing, but the words that reached her ears shattered every ounce of hope she had left.

"I can't, it feels too good. Please make me cum," Megan's voice was a whisper, desperate and filled with longing.

Azalea's world came crashing down. She turned around, wishing she hadn't. Her heart dropped as her eyes locked onto the sight in front of her. There, across the room, was Jackson—his face contorted in pleasure—and Megan, her hands all over him.

The image was too much to bear. Tears blurred Azalea's vision, but she couldn't look away. Every part of her screamed that this couldn't be real, that what she was seeing wasn't actually happening. But it was. And in that moment, everything she thought she understood about Jackson... about herself... was shattered into a million pieces.

He's never, ever brought anyone in their room to have sex. So why now? Why is it that now he chooses to do this? Was he mad? Did she do something wrong

Azalea's mind raced, trying to piece together the events in a way that made sense, but nothing fit. Why had he never done this before? Why now? What had changed? Was she the reason? Did she do something wrong?

Her chest tightened as a sob threatened to break free. She felt suffocated, trapped in a whirlwind of emotions she couldn't control. Her heart was breaking, each beat a painful reminder that everything she thought she knew about her relationship with Jackson was a lie.

She sat up in bed, desperately wiping at her eyes, but it was no use. The tears came anyway. She tried to choke them back, but the sobs escaped her throat before she could stop them.

Suddenly, she heard the rustle of sheets, the unmistakable sound of movement. Azalea's eyes met Jackson's—his face flushed, his body glistening with sweat, his breathing heavy and labored. He was caught, but it was the way he looked at her that twisted the knife deeper. His gaze met hers, startled and almost guilty, before his attention shifted back to Megan.

Megan kissed his neck, oblivious to the world falling apart around them. The sight of it—of them—left Azalea breathless, paralyzed with disbelief. Her mind screamed, "Why?" but no answer came. Only a heavy silence filled the room, a silence that was deafening in its cruelty.

The look in her eyes made him feel instant regret about his actions. He's never, ever seen that look in her eyes before until now.

Azalea shook her head and wiped her eyes as she left the room. The door slammed shut and he closed his eyes tightly.

"Fuck."

"Come on, forget about her." Megan says, still kissing his neck. Jackson shook his head, not being able to finish. Megan felt him go soft and slapped him.

"Are you fucking serious?" She shoved him and Jackson rolled over, giving her the power to leave.

Jackson rubbed his eyes, regretting everything. "This was so fucking stupid. So fucking stupid."

"I can't believe you would call me here just to shove me out again. But you're Jackson Thompson, the stupid prodigy kid."

Jackson didn't care about anything she was saying, and he would have laughed at the words 'stupid' and 'prodigy' in the same sentence.

Megan threw her short over her head and glanced at him. "I hope you're happy, Jackson."

"Megan, you're giving me a headache, please leave."

The girls huffed and glanced down, kicking her panty under Azie's bed.

"Whatever." With that she left. Jackson got up and quickly dressed himself. He grabbed his phone and placed his shirt on with one hand as he left the room in a hurry.

The young cussed himself and dialed Azie's number as he ran through the halls.

The phone rang, and rang, and rang, but he got no answer. Jackson called her about ten times and checked all of the closest buildings he could without being seen by campus security.

He checked the pool, the bathrooms, the library and even the cafeteria. Jackson exhaled a breath and tried her number once more, again she didn't answer.

If only he knew her phone is still in her room.

"Azie...Azie I'm sorry, okay? It was fucking stupid a-and petty and I honestly don't know why I did it, or why I was even mad in the first place. Please let's talk about it." Jackson left the message and tossed his phone to the wall.

"Fuck!"

When Azie left the room in her broken state she just kept running as she cleared the continuous flow of tears from her eyes.

She didn't know how she got past campus security, but she did. She ran into a room and closed the door behind her.

Azalea sunk to floor and broke down. What was she expecting? Well, not that, that's for sure.

Why does she suddenly have feelings for a guy like Jackson? She knows how he is and who he is as a person. She should've never kissed him or shared a heart to heart.

Priscillia and Megan were right. It was best if she just stayed friends with him, and honestly, she wasn't sure she even wanted to do that after what she just saw. How could things go from being so normal to this? Her thoughts were a mess, and she couldn't stop questioning what she'd done wrong. She pulled her knees up to her chest, hugging them tightly, trying to hold herself together.

Azalea closed her eyes, feeling the tears slowly dry on her face. The weight of everything was suffocating, and it felt like the world was spinning around her. She didn't even want to think about what she'd just walked in on, but it was impossible to push it away. Her mind kept going back to that moment, replaying it over and over.

Her crying eventually stopped, though the emptiness inside lingered. It was like the silence around her only made things worse, reminding her of how alone she felt. She tried to calm her breathing, but the ache in her chest wouldn't go away. She was drained—physically, mentally, emotionally.

As she slowly drifted to sleep, the only thing on her mind was... how in the hell was she supposed to face him now?