The door swung open, and Jackie scurried inside. She was too afraid to make eye contact with Mr. Moore and offered him nothing more than a cursory glance as she hurried past him. He fared no better. Mr. Moore stared stupidly at her long, black ponytail until he eventually remembered to shut the door behind her. He brought his fist to his mouth and coughed. "Well, uh, hi Jacob—Jackie! Shoot, I'm sorry. Trevor told me about...

As soon as she got upstairs, Jackie flopped onto the bed and buried her face in Trevor's pillow. She didn't cry or mope, she was more confused than anything else. Everything had been going so well. Her heart was beating, her fingers started to tingle, and she felt alive. But just as she started to get intimate with that cute man, she found herself isolated and alone. It was exactly what she had been afraid of since she wa...