Girl Seduced (The Girl Interrupted Trilogy Book #1) by Danika Steel Page B

emotion-packed. Not just twenty minutes and we were finished.  It was the kind of love-making that you read about in magazines.  We made love for hours – we fell onto the floor, laughed and got back into the bed, and kept making love in every possible, imaginable position one could think of.  The touch of his fingertips anywhere on my skin sent electric shocks through me all over, so trying to describe the feeling of his whole body completely connected with mine is impossible.  I don’t have any idea how long we made love that night.  When I woke up the next morning, he was gone, but there was a note and a flower on the pillow – “Love you, babe – call me later.” And a smiley face, drawn on the note.  I knew the smiley face was a subtle way of saying thanks for a great night – just knowing Jonathan and knowing how he reacted to the wildness and the passion of that experience, he had never experienced anything like that either.
    I picked up the flower, breathed in the aroma of the petals, stretched and looked at the clock. I stood at the window, remembering that morning, and remembering how much I loved Jonathan, how great life was, and how really late I was for chem. lab that morning.
    “OH MY GOD!  11:30 in the morning!! I’ve missed Chem Lab again – Oh, God, I’m going to fail this class…” and I ran into the shower, threw on clothes and with wet hair and half of my belongings thrown into an oversized bag I ran to Chemistry.  I was late and the Professor was not Professor Diffie and this Professor was NOT happy about my tardiness or my unkempt appearance at all.
    After that night, he just didn’t call for a couple of weeks.  I would leave messages, and even one afternoon I ran into him on the Green.  “Is everything OK?  I haven’t heard from you.”  I tried to kiss his cheek, and he drew back a little, like he was uncomfortable. 
    “No, I’ve just been really busy.”  He smiled. 
    “Everything’s just fine – I’ll call you this afternoon.”  But he didn’t.
    I stared out the window and leaned out just enough to smell the air.  The Green was full of students, studying and hanging out, and no one really noticed me.  I closed my eyes and, for a moment, I just got caught up in the unbelievable rush that had come over me.   I didn’t realize it, but I had started crying, thinking about Jonathan.  I had tried three times again this week to call him, and he hadn’t returned any of my phone calls.  Did he have a new girlfriend?  Had he decided after we slept together that I was not the kind of girl that he wanted to be with? 
    I stepped back to lean on the windowsill, but forgot that I had left a spray can of furniture cleaner and the rag I was cleaning with on the floor behind me. All I could think about was Jonathan.  Should I try to find him in person again?  Maybe I should just come clean and tell him everything – that would explain the wild, crazy night.  Maybe he thought that I was experienced and that’s what ran him off… 
    My foot caught the polish can and I slipped.  I tried to catch the windowsill, but in a split second, but for what seemed like an eternity, I lost my balance and began to teeter.  I didn’t realize that I was as high as I was on the meth that afternoon, but I was.  The wind was still blowing in the window, but my focus was on the can that my foot was balancing on.  Time stood still.  The can went flying across the room and hit the wall. I watched it fly across the room. My foot came out from under me and my torso landed on the windowsill; and then my body followed, falling out the window. I saw the window above me, but never thought about the ground beneath me.  Slowly, slowly, I fell – floated – to the ground beneath me.  All three stories down onto the concrete patio on the first floor. It seemed like it took forever.  I remember looking at a cloud that was surrounded by a million stars.  I tried to count them and then, as