Trish had not just been avoiding people in general since arriving in Lawrence, she had been avoiding touch as well. A part of her wanted to desperately pull away, but she was frozen on the spot instead. She swallowed hard, unaware of the fact her breathing was becoming shallow and uneven.
"No matter what you've done," Trish said slowly, looking directly into Jaime's eyes. "Or will do," she paused, she could feel tears welling up, and she blinked them away - mad at herself for getting so emotional.
Emotions are what get you into trouble, Trish had decided. Look what love had gotten her and her friends? No, it was better to feel nothing for no one and nothing. Even though it killed her a little to think like that, she knew her friends wouldn't want that, or her father - but they didn't understand. Everything that had happened had been her fault. If she hadn't been so stupid, caught up in a romance which was too good to be true - she should have known something was wrong.
She swallowed hard, deciding to go in a different direction. "All my hate, my anger - I am so full of it for another person, I couldn't possibly feel any of it for you. Even if I wanted too, which I don't." She moistened her lips, wondering if she should go into detail, but for now decided against it. "Until you give me a reason not to, I'm going to be kind to you."
There was also the fact that up until now Jaime was a fictional character to her, and really Trish didn't hate many people on a page. Besides, to her everything Jaime had done seemed like nothing to what she had been through.