Page 81 of Blinded By Love

Jaclyn and I started messing around after her date with Lucas which was in like January? February?

I don’t know, I didn't pay much attention to their relationship, if that is what you would even call it.

Our first kiss was in that closet at the beginning of the semester which really made me more interested in her.

It’s March 21, my golden birthday, and all I want to do is leave this place and take Jaclyn with me back to the apartment.

We’ve been messing around but nothing serious. I have this need to show everyone in the fucking world that she’s mine and not to be fucked around with. That’s why I like touching her in public because guys stare and they need to know she’s with me. Jaclyn thinks people don’t stare at her but they do. She has no fucking clue how desirable she is.

It’s weird how I went from having this weird grudge or need for her when I was a teenager and it somehow transformed into some sort of obsession.

“If you mean you can fuck with her or anyone else can touch her, then no. She is with me. She’s mine. Don’t look, don’t touch, or even breathe too close to her face,” I say, glaring at Kayden because he’s being a little shit.

I mean every single word.

She’s mine.

I sound like a goddamn child arguing over a toy but I can’t help but not care.

Kayden smirks. “Well, then.” He looks at the dance floor, watching them dance. My eyes go to Jaclyn and the others. My eyes furrow when I see her eyes droopy. She is dancing slowly while resting her hand on Max as she dances up and down. Jaclyn is dancing slowly but not intentionally. Something’s wrong, I know it. I feel it. My eyes zoom into her hands. They are shaking which makes me stand up. “What’s wrong?”

I don’t answer him, instead I go straight towards Jaclyn. Pushing through anyone who’s in my way to get to her. People are cursing at me but I don’t give a fuck. I just need to make sure she’s okay because she doesn’t look like she is.

She didn’t drink.

I didn’t see her drink and I believe her when she says that she didn’t.

When I walk up to Jaclyn I grab her arms off of Max to make her look at me.

Jaclyn opens her eyes slowly. She looks like she is tired and restless. I hold her face in my hand, making sure she keeps her eyes on me but her eyelids keep trying to close.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just tired and feel weak. I’m fine. I probably need water,” she says in a slurred tone. I run my hand down her chest to her heart and it’s beating against my hand fast.

“Where is your phone?”

“In my bag at the bar.”

I hold onto her waist and walk off the dance floor, ignoring Max’s yells. Natalia is too busy dancing with Chris.

I push people out of the way again as I hold Jaclyn to my chest. She’s leaning most of her body weight on me as I walk through the crowds of people.

When I get to the bar, Kayden’s glass is gone and his eyes are filled with worry. “What happened?”

“Where’s her bag?” I ask him, ignoring his original question.

He grabs it from the chair. “What do you need?”

“Her phone. Look at her notifications,” I say while sitting Jaclyn on the bar.

“She has notifications from her mom and one notification from Dexcom with a red urgent symbol.”

“Fuck,” I mutter and wave down the bartender. “Get me a large to-go cup of orange juice.”

He nods his head before leaving. “What's wrong? Tell me, Hayden,” Kayden says, while running his hand through his hair.

“Let me see her phone.” Kayden shows me her phone. I type in her password and go to her Dexcom app, seeing her blood sugar is 61 and going down. “She’s low. I need to get her home.”

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