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Kahlen Jourdan, a good person, with a good heart, who just had a really shitty hand delt in life up to this point, and whose mind was blackened a little. But if I couldn't figure out how to stop the flashbacks constantly pulling me away from reality I wasn't sure how I'd ever have a normal functioning life where people could hug me, or sit next to me because my mind always went there.
    “Just go,” I whispered. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. My fingers caught the tears before they rolled down my cheeks, and he took a breath like he wanted to say something, but thought better of it and turned around and walked out without another word.
    Immediately I went to the office to grab the keys, and locked up. After locking the register and putting the paperwork in the office, I made my way out the back and to my car. The drive home was full of unshed tears, questions, and doubt in myself to pull my shit together.
    I ran a bath the minute I got home, and sank down into the tub to try and relax. My Chemistry book sat on one of those bathtub trays, and I attempted to read a couple chapters before class officially started on Monday. Lame. So lame. Friday night, school hasn't started, and I'm home alone attempting to pre-read my Chemistry book.
    Slipping into my pajama shorts and a shirt, I made myself some hot chocolate and sat on the couch ready to watch some romantic comedy movie that would hopefully help me sleep dreamless tonight. When the knock came on my door, I literally screamed out loud and dumped my hot chocolate all down my pajamas.
    Running to the door, I opened it without even checking who it was, there Brandon stood. He instantly started cracking up at the sight of me, and I moved to slam the door in his face. Bracing his foot between the door and the frame, he successfully stopped that from happening. “Kahlen, please,” I could still hear the laugher in his voice. That and the way he said my name left goose bumps over my body. I wanted to talk to him, I really did, I just didn't know how or what to say.
    So instead I thought saying, “Go to hell, Brandon,” was a better way to respond. He pushed the door open a little so he could see my face.
    “You're beautiful when you're angry, do you know that?” There was no trace of a smile on his lips now, his eyes dropped to my mouth, then met my own straight on.
    “Why don't you go blow smoke up someone else's insignificant ass and leave me alone? Why are you following me around any way? We don't even know each other, there can not possibly be anything you feel the need to say to me.”
    “Emma told me I had to come talk to you, I needed to make things right with you so she didn't lose her bestie, whatever the hell that is, because of me.” He rolled his eyes exasperated by the mere thought of his sister and I being friends, or maybe it was just at me in general.
    “I have Emma's number, and I'll text her and let her know she and I are fine. Hearing another empty apology, like I have all my life, isn't something I care to hear, Brandon.” The moment the words were out I knew it was a mistake. It wasn't much in the way of information about me, but it was something, and even with the undeniable pull I felt toward Brandon I wasn't sure I wanted him to know anything about me yet.
    “Kahlen, what are you talking,” but I cut him off before he could finish.
    “Seriously, Emma and I are fine. You are off the hook. My insignificant self is officially removed from your life, so you go have a nice one Brandon Lucas.” I knew my eyes were begging him not to go, and I was so damn proud of myself for looking him in the eyes, just not what I was sure he was reading in them.
    Something caught him off guard, and slowly he moved his foot so he was no longer stopping the door. Quickly, he put his hand up so it wouldn't instantly shut, his fingers brushing across mine. I audibly inhaled at the warmth spreading through me from the touch of his skin on mine. “I really am