They say when something traumatic happens in a person's life that, every individual handles it differently. Some cry their eyes out, and some get absolutely drunk. But to me, well, that was a completely different story.
I pretended that none of it even happened.
Pushing in my headphones, I let Fitz blast in my ears, pretending that my life was going to be okay. School had started before I knew it, and I had dropped into my regular routine of going to classes and then coming back and doing school work.
Unfortunately for the guys, I hadn't been very forthcoming. James daily was trying to get me to reason with him and talk to him. He took every chance he could to hold my hand or touch me, and I knew, without a doubt, it was driving him insane with the silent treatment I kept offering.
