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[b][color=#b53389]Location;[/color][/b] Lucas and Jackson's Bedroom → Men's First Floor Bathroom → The Bedroom again
[b][color=#b53389]Interacting With;[/color][/b] Jackson [sub]([@SomewhatAverage])[/sub]
[b][color=#b53389]Contemplative → Saddened → Inspired → Cautious and crafty → Content[/color][/b] 
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[indent]Her exhausted, brown orbs watched her friend's roommate try to bring light to her situation. Gianna was relieved he didn't want to have sex with her, most men would jump at the opportunity. With a less intimidating gaze, she watched him slide over for her to join him on his bed. A chuckle slipped out of her lips when he joked about Lucas' new interior design. He was cute, she wouldn't deny that. 

Letting him talk, she took the next moment to slowly approach him, taking in his expressions, trying to decipher how he felt about this situation. Even with her guard down, she was still an incredible and supernatural force to be around with. Fortunate to have a goddess-like body and a face to match, including the way she held herself naturally, she reflected not only beauty but also someone who didn't have an ideal life yet somehow was able to pull through it all. "[color=#b53389]You're kind of funny, Jackson. I like that in a man.[/color]" She hinted at her attraction.  

Elijah was far too serious and far too concerned with 'trying to save her'. It made him a pain to be around because he didn't know how to have a good time, but then again, he was still her friend. Unfortunately, she irrationally punched him in the face because she felt cornered. How would she go about seeing him again? Avoid him? No, that wasn't a Gia thing to do. She would simply act normal, like the 'incident' never happened. 

Jackson captured her gaze with his big, blue eyes. When he talked, she listened carefully and kept silent. Leaning on his dresser, she tilted her head in curiosity. [i]Nothing lasts forever[/i]. He probably didn't mean for his words to have various connotations but her heart dropped with those three words alone. He was right. Nothing did last forever. Bad experiences. Good experiences. People. Everything that life had to offer was fleeting. These moments either brought incomprehensible joy or pure heartbreak. As much as she wanted to learn, Gia had a hard time doing it on her own accord. Life was too bitter tasting. We are dealt with a hand that could either make us or break us. Gia's hand in this game called life made her lose so much more than she felt she deserved. If she cheats, maybe she could find the happiness she lost. Maybe, she did have a chance at becoming more than some pathetic girl who didn't know how to get over her dead boyfriend, but it could only happen if she took charge of her own life. And that's exactly what she was doing.  

His words entered her mind and lingered in it, for a long moment, "[color=868324]Look, my point is...[/color]" He really thought she was capable of moving on? This poor boy saw good things that wasn't even there. Gia was too deep in her despair to pull herself out of this dark pit. Her heart was shattered glass. "[color=868324]Moving on might not really mean forgetting...[/color]" The more he talked, the more she didn't know how to take his words. She's tried forgetting. She can't forget. And the only way she knows how to face her demons was by unleashing them out on the world. Oh, god. Why was she such a horrible person? 

The sadness was building up within her once more, while he laid down and said his last words, which encouraged her to not give up. Approaching him and staring down at his sleeping face, Gia gave a genuine smile, "[color=#b53389]You're right. I won't give up.[/color]" Of course, Jackson probably didn't know he just inspired the lost soul to continue her plans with Mayweather. His advice could be taken in many ways, but it helped her realize that she wanted to continue her plans. These were no longer Vince's plans. They were her's. She was going to change things, for better or for worse, and thanks to this little hero, she knew what she wanted to do. At all cost, she would find answers. She would build a league that would set the world on fire. An unbreakable empire. And kill the person, or people, that took her last source of happiness away from her. 

Feeling much better with herself, she nonchalantly stripped to her undergarments and dug into Jackson's drawers. While she opened the drawer, she took note of his lava lamp and family picture on top of it. This was so sweet - she didn't know if she should find it adorable or questionable. Well, Gia was use to being surrounded by bad boys, so perhaps this was something she needed to get use to now that she was sorta an unofficial Mayweather student (ew, I know). He had mostly solid colored t-shirts and a few v-necks. 

Hm. Gia grabbed a plain white v-neck and his blue boxers. In her damp undergarments, she searched around the room for a towel. Compared to Lucas' side, Jackson was fairly neat. In the corner, there was a small stereo with a stack of CDs. Curious, the villainess let her fingers run on the CDs as she observed them. He mostly had Broadway musicals and Christmas albums. He was fucking adorable. Finding his towel hanging up in the closet (most definitely his used towel), she grabbed it, along with his bathroom caddy, and strutted to the First Floor's men's bathroom. Did she care? Nope. The girl's bathroom wasn't working anyways. The bathroom was empty, since people were either sleeping or still out galavanting. Taking off her undergarments, she took the next ten minutes to immerse herself in a nice, warm shower - washing her face, her hair, her body. All of tonight's events cleansed away. Tomorrow would be better. 

Once she was all finished, in his tee without a bra on, which showcased her lovely chest, and his boxers without any of her own underwear on, Gia went back into the room, using his towel to dry her hair off. After looking at the door on the floor, the open archway, and then at the sleeping Jackson, she sighed and put all his things down by his closet. Psyche took the next moments to pull his sheet from right under him, surprisingly with not that much struggle. Going to Lucas' desk, she searched for poster pins. His sheet was thin enough. Pulling Jackson's chair to the door archway, she pinned his bed sheet over the door - for some sort of privacy, even if people barged in - it was something. Putting his chair back, she looked around and thought to herself. [color=#b53389][i]I need to make this look like a sex scene, just in case.[/i][/color] 

If someone were to walk in, she would rather them think her to be a slut than someone who needed male comfort. Hoping to god the alcohol kept Jackson knocked out, she quietly and gingerly began to strip him until he was in his boxers. Whenever he made a subtle movement, Gia would freeze up in position. Goodbye orange t-shirt and black shorts. She threw his clothes on the floor, along with her undergarments - making sure it looked slightly messy. Switching his lava lamp on to give the area a more erotic lighting, she contemplated if she should do something more. 

Light bulb! 

Going to his stereo, she looked through all his music options and tried to think of which one could come off as the sexiest. She was stuck between the Chicago musical soundtrack or the Phantom of the Opera motion picture soundtrack. The Cell Block Tango was pretty hot, but she also had a soft spot for the Phantom of the Opera even though that was more darkly romantic. A monster becomes obsessed with a fair beauty and they both slowly turn into each other's muses. 

After deciding to put Chicago on the side and open the case as if they did listen to it, she pressed the eject button for the CD compartment. Calmly putting the Phantom of the Opera CD in it, she curled her lips - satisfied with her actions. Turning the stereo on low, she started playing the music. Hopefully making people assume fun times were happening if they were to pass this dorm room right about now (this would be the first time she used this kind of music to fake a sex scene, but it was something). The CD would stop once it reached its end.

Finally content with her work, she agilely crawled into bed with Jackson, whose chest was bare and exposed to the world (well, he still had his boxers on at least). Kicking off his comforter to the floor, Gia used her body to keep him warm. She got in the position of a sweetheart's cradle where his arm would hopefully end up holding onto her as her head anchored on his shoulder. Her body resting on his, her bra-less chest pressing against him, she looked up toward his resting face and whispered, "[color=#b53389]Thank you, Jackson.[/color]" and gently pressed her succulent lips against his cheek. 
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