Even though it was the middle of the day, Jenny lay sprawled on her bed, hiding under the covers.
She didn't know what she was hiding from but she kept her curtains drawn, denying the sun any chance of shedding light on the confusion inside her.
It had been a few days since she'd spoken with Nico and yet, his words kept playing in her mind over and over again.
It didn't matter what she did to try taking her mind off things. It came back like an unsolved puzzle she just couldn't shake.
"You hate me because you see yourself in me."
At first, she'd brushed off his accusation. He definitely didn't know what he was talking about.
But her mind kept asking her. 'Why didn't you have an answer for him when he asked?'
She kept replaying the words she'd always said to him. How he was reaching above his station and grasping for things he shouldn't.
She wasn't like this with everybody else. Just him.
Why?
