JESSIE 17
JESSIE'S P.O.V
"Wait a minute," he says in a low voice. He leans in as if he wants to hug me and pulls something off the back of the sweatshirt, his hands graze my skin and I feel a little jolt. What is going on?
"See I told you, it's new," he says flashing the tag from the cloth.
I force a smile as the closeness of our bodies is making me feel uncomfortable.
"Yeah. So I'll be on my way then" I scurry past him and head towards the door
"Wait"
I stop and turn to face him with a raised eyebrow
"What?"
"You still haven't told me what you want" he sits on his bed once more and hugs a pillow
"Oh"I muse
"So what do you want?"
I drag a seat from his table and sit opposite of him
"It's more like help with something," I say scratching the back of my hair, it's still wet.
"What's it?" Xavier asks, passing me a towel.
I collect the towel and wrap my hair in it
