It’d been a few days and she still hadn’t seen Derek or Jackson. Erica was really starting to worry about the both of them--mostly because she figured Derek had somehow killed Jackson already. She didn’t know how he knew---just that he must have. Her guilt ate away at her. And anyway, if he didn’t know, she’d told Lydia and Aileen and Talia so one of them must have told him. She couldn’t find Derek especially when he didn’t want to be found so that left checking around for Jackson. She assumed he would be up at the gym because it just made sense so she cruised around on the weight machines until she found him. Rather than confront him directly, she pulled some dude off the machine next to the kanima and took a seat, casually working on the weights. “Jackson,” she said, trying to get his attention. “We need to talk. Please don’t make a scene and parkour away again.”

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Erica stood just under the overhang of the Coffee Haus, judging whether or not it was best for her to run home or not. It was pouring out, which was nice, but not when she was wearing designer wedge heels and could slip every few seconds or ruin their finish. In the end, it looked like the rain wasn’t going to let up, so she counted to three, put her jacket over her head, and began to power-walk home... until she heard a familiar voice and suddenly the rain stopped pounding her. Her first instinct was to try and smell herself. “What? I do not!” she countered, wanting to get out from under the umbrella but also not wanting to go back into the rain. She was stuck in close proximity with Jackson. How fun. “Aren’t you at home in the rain anyway, lizard boy? Oh wait, you can’t swim.”