It's Friday today. It's a regular Friday. Jordan stares at me and I sit here in class thinking of different ways to kill Jordan. I should make a show out of that. It'd be like one thousand ways to die, but instead one thousand ways to kill Jordan. Anyways, let me tell you everything that happened Wednesday and Thursday.
So on Wednesday instead of catching a ride with Alyssa, I caught one with Stephen. He insisted on picking me up. He said his girlfriend should ride with him because that's just what boyfriends do.
I didn't mind because who wouldn't want to show up with Stephen Anderson. A blind a girl who's been told he's ugly. Heck, even she would want to ride with him because after you hear his voice, you're basically in a trance.
Anyways, we walked hand in hand into the building. People immediately started whispering and pointing. We ignored them. I met up with Alyssa and Jake, who were staring at me shocked.
Stephen and I didn't have the same first period class, so he kissed me and headed to his class. I stared at his retreating body, dreamily, before Alyssa brought me back to earth.
Her and Jake asked me a billion questions. Most of them were 'When did this happen, how did this happen, and where was I'.
I told them everything apart from why Stephen and the guys don't like each other because that wasn't my secret to share, although half the school probably knew about it.
Everything was going good until I had my first class with Stephen which I also had with Jordan. Every class I had with Stephen, I had with Jordan.
I have to admit, seeing Jordan's face expression when he saw Stephen greet me with a kiss was priceless. I was mad at him and didn't want anything to do with him. I had been avoiding him the whole day Wednesday.
When Thursday got here, it was much harder to avoid him because he figured out that I was trying to avoid him. I made sure to get to my classes extra early. I would go to the bathroom about three minutes before the bell rung and head to my next class.
At lunch, I went to the library. I told Alyssa and Jake that I had a test to study for that's why I went there. Alyssa didn't believe me because she knows I'm a total nerd and plus she had the same classes as me. Most of them anyway.
I ate my lunch in the library along with Stephen. Stephen was a great boyfriend. We find out more about each other every day. We're a normal couple. He likes some of the things I like and dislikes some of the things I like. We're comfortable telling each other the truth. That's what I like about him. He tells the truth. Unlike some people I know. Cough. Cough. Jordan.
Later on in the day, I was in P.E. Jordan was also there because the coach wanted to talk to him about something which got him out of the class he was supposed to be in.
When he saw me, he tried to come talk to me. I turned to our coach for the day and I asked her could we run stadiums today. She said yeah and the other girls in my gym class shot me death glares. I didn't care because we went outside, in the hot sun might I add, while Jordan was in the cool air. I didn't have to talk to him and I was good with that.
Now it's Friday and he won't stop staring at me. Stephen had a doctors appointment, but would be in school later on. So I was stuck with no one to talk to. I could talk to Alyssa, but she talks to Daniel or Jake in this class.
He stared at me every day. Usually, it wouldn't bother me because I would be busy talking to Stephen, but today it's getting on my very last nerve. I'm like, take a picture. It'll last longer.
When the bell rings, I gather my things and hurry out the door, but being that he's the quarterback, he's faster than me so he catches me.
"Let me go!" I shout. He has my arm in a death grip and he's not letting me go. He moves us to the side so that we won't be in the way of the other students.
"What's your problem? You've been avoiding me all week?" He says.
"Oh really. I didn't know." I say sarcastically.
He rolls his eyes. "Abby, talk to me." He begs.
"What you guys did to Stephen was horrible. How could you guys do that to him?" I say, raising my voice a little.
"You mean what Troy did. I didn't do anything and is that how he got you to date him. He made you feel sorry for him. God, he's pathetic." Jordan says.
"Oh, please. You're just as bad as Troy. You knew what was going on and you didn't tell him. He considered you guys as friends and you guys proved to be the exact opposite." I fuss at him.
"If we would have ratted Troy out, then he would have hated us. We've known Troy longer." Jordan explained.
"And? It's not about who you've known the longest, it's about doing the right thing and did you not think that maybe, Stephen would hate you guys." My blood is boiling.
"It doesn't matter it's over now. He shouldn't have told you because it has nothing to do with you." He says, trying to keep his cool.
"Well, at least he tells me things. You don't tell me anything. You always talk about wanting to be friends. How can we become friends if I don't know anything about you and what I do know about you, makes me want to throw up." I yell.
The bell has rung now and everybody is in their class. We're obviously late, but this conversation is important.
"You know what? I'm tired of people judging me like they know me! Stephen hates us because of that one thing and he acts like he hates us because he knows us. He doesn't know shit about us. Things have happened to the guys and I that made us this way. People don't understand. They just automatically assume that we're born like this." He yells back.
I grab his hand. "Then tell me. Tell me what happened to you and the guys so that I can better understand. You can't expect me to have a different opinion on you if you don't show me another side of you." I say.
He looks down at our hands and then he looks to his side before looking back at me. "If the guys want you to know about them, they'll tell you. As for me, I don't want you to know anything about me." He says, snatching his hand away and walking away.
"Jordan!" I shout and he stops walking. He doesn't turn around, but I know he's listening.
"You can't expect us to be friends and not tell me anything. I care about you. I'm not going to hurt you. You know that. So why is it so hard for you to open up to me?" I ask.
He doesn't say anything. He just keeps walking to his next class. I'm hurt. I thought that maybe he cared, but it's obvious that he doesn't care about anyone, but himself.
*****
I'm sitting at the dinner table with my mom and dad. My dad made Herbed Chicken Parmesan for dinner tonight and I usually would have eaten my first serving by now moving on to my second serving, but I'm not hungry.
I'm mad at Jordan. I just want to go to my room and listen to Onerepublic and drown out the world for a few hours.
"Honey, why didn't you go to the game tonight? Isn't Stephen on the team?" My mom asked.
I dropped my fork on the plate. Shit. I forgot that Stephen played football. He probably wanted me to be there and cheer him on. Some girlfriend I am. I'll just tell him the truth. He'll understand.
"I didn't want to go. The football games aren't really my scene plus I wasn't missing out on much." I tell her.
It's quiet for a moment before my dad clears his throat. "So, next week you guys get your progress report card. Have you decided on what car you want? I'm pretty sure you have all A's." My dad said.
"I've been looking at the new Nissan Maxima. I really like it. So maybe that one." I tell him.
He nods his head. "I'll see what I can do. Just because you get a car doesn't mean you can go slacking on your grades." My dad says.
I nod my head before drinking a bit of my water. "May I be excused. I'm not very hungry and today has been rough for me." I tell them.
They both stare at me concerned. "Are you and Stephen fussing already?" My mom asked.
I laugh a little. "No, mom. We're good. I'm just really tired." I tell her.
"Okay. Well, good night. I love you." My mom smiles.
I get up and kiss her and dad on the cheek. "Good night, guys. I love you." I say before heading upstairs.
When I'm in my room, I get out my laptop and lay down on my bed. I decide to Skype someone that I have missed. Yup, you guessed it. Matt.
His face pops up on my screen and I smile. "Matty!" I yell in excitement.
He laughs at me. "Don't Matty me. What's this that I hear about you having a boyfriend." He says.
"Dad told you? I didn't think he was serious about that." I laugh.
"Yeah. You know how dad is. He feels pressured being the only guy in this house. He's always telling me stuff like I'm the father and he's the son." He laughs.
I miss seeing my brother. I could really use his advice right now. "Matt, I need your advice on something." I tell him.
He nods his head. "I'll try my best to tell you what you need to hear." He says.
"Alright. How do you get a person to open up to you? I've been trying to get this friend of mine to tell me about themselves, but they won't open up to me no matter what I do or say." I tell him.
He sits there, thinking for a minute. "They either have trust issues or they're hurt. It takes longer for them to open up when they have problems trusting people or they're hurt. You just have to be patient with them because sooner or later they'll realize they'll need a friend like you and then they'll come around." He says.
I nod my head. "I hope so. I hate giving up on people." I say.
He chuckles a bit. "I know you and that's one of your weaknesses. You see the good in people when they show you nothing, but bad." He smiles.
"Anyways, guess what?" I smile, excited.
"What?" He asks. "I'm trying out for softball this year." I say, excited.
A huge grin makes its way to his face. "Is this some kind of joke? I'm proud of you. You'll like it. I know you will." Matt smiled.
"I hope so. I'm really excited about trying out though. How is school so far?" I ask.
"Great. I'm passing all of my classes so I can't complain. How about you? I know you're still a honors student, so what car have you decided on?" He asks.
"Nissan Maxima. I fell in love with it the other day when I was looking at it. Dad is going to look into it." I tell him.
He nods his head. "That's good. Keep up the good work. I think it's time we have the talk though." He says.
I furrow my eyebrows. "The talk about cars? I'm sure I know enough. Make sure to get my oil changed when I need to." I say.
He shakes his head. "Not that talk. The sex talk, Abby." He says. My brother is pretty blunt about things. Gotta respect him for it.
"We are not having the sex talk. Besides, mom beat you to it when I first got into high school." I say.
"You didn't have a boyfriend then. Things change when you get a boyfriend. You're going to be tempted and you need to wait. Hold onto your virginity until you're married." He says.
"If I remember correctly, you lost your virginity before you even got to high school. Why should I take your advice?" I ask.
"Because, I'm your big brother. I'm a guy. Of course I'm not going to wait. Our hormones are hard to control." He smirks.
"Okay, whatever. Enough of the sex talk. I get it. Wait until I'm married." I say.
He nods his head and smiles at me. Some guy comes out of nowhere and smiles at the camera in the background.
"Who's that babe you're on Skype with?" The guy asks while waving at me.
Matt shoots me a glare, telling me not to wave back. I do it anyway because he's on a screen. He can't hurt me. "Wait until Thanksgiving." He said.
I roll my eyes playfully. He won't remember this when Thanksgiving comes. "That babe is my sister, ass wipe. Go look somewhere else before I punch you." Matt is fussing at his roommate while I sit here laughing at the situation.
"That guy needs to seriously get laid. I mean, can't I have some peace around here and talk to my sister." He smiles.
"Whatever. What were you doing before I called?" I ask.
"Writing an essay. When I'm finished with it, I'll send it to you and you can look over it for me and give me your opinion on it." He says.
I nod my head. "Of course. I'll let you get back to it. I'm about to drop dead if I don't go to bed in a minute." I yawn.
"Alright, little sis. Tell mom and dad I said hey. Good night, love you." He says.
"Good night, I love you too." I hang up the call and close my laptop. I get up and put my laptop on my desk before laying down on my bed.
I get out my phone and send a quick text to Stephen. I had changed his name in my phone to boyfriend with a bunch of different emojis beside it.
To Boyfriend
Sorry I didn't come to the game tonight. I promise to be at the next one. Good night. I'll text you tomorrow and we can make plans together.
I get all comfortable in my bed and turn off the lamp beside my bed. I'm so sleepy. Just when I'm about to fall asleep, a knock comes from my balcony doors. Really Jake?!
I get up and trudge over to the doors. I open the door. "What do you want..." I stop in mid sentence when I see that it's not Jake. It's Jordan.
"Can I come in? I want to talk about what happened earlier." He says. I'm still shocked that he's here. I must be dreaming.
I start to slap myself. "Wake up. Wake up. Wake up." I chant to myself. I close my eyes for about five seconds and then open them.
He's still there, but now he's looking at me like I need to be in a nut house. I probably do. "Sure, come in." I finally say.
He seems hesitate, but comes in anyway. He sits on my bed while I sit in the rolling chair at my desk.
"I came to the front door and your mom answered. She said you were probably asleep and that I should come back tomorrow, but I really needed to talk to you so I came around to the back and saw the balcony. My original plan was to throw rocks at your window." He says.
I nod my head, wondering why he's telling me this. "Listen, Abby, I've been thinking about what you said earlier and I'm sorry." He says.
A hold a hand up, making him stop. "You've been apologizing a lot lately. Maybe we shouldn't be friends. I mean, I'm dating Stephen now and he doesn't like you guys so it won't work out anyway." I tell him.
"We'll learn to be friends. Abby, you were right. We can't be friends if I don't tell you things. I'll tell you anything. I want us to be friends." He says.
"Why couldn't you have told me what I wanted to know earlier?" I ask him.
"Because, I was afraid that if I get close to someone and I start to care about them or love them, that I would lose them." He tells me.
I walk over to him and sit down next to him. "Tell me what happened to you. I'm here for you, okay." I smile a little.
He nods his head and sighs. I know that this isn't easy for him, but he needs to talk. "When I was nine, I lost my parents in a car accident. I was in the car with them, but I got out and they didn't. When people saw the crash, they immediately started to try and get us all out. My dad died instantly and my mother was losing a lot of blood by the second. She told the people that was helping us to get me out first." His voice cracks and a tear falls down his face.
I grab his hands and nod for him to continue. He needs this. "I screamed and shouted for them to let me go. That I wanted my mom, but they wouldn't let me go. They pulled me to the side of the road. After about three minutes, the car set on fire. I remember just crying and screaming hoping that my mom wasn't burning alive. I was in foster care for a year before my adoptive parents adopted me. I just kept thinking how I should have died with them that night. How we could have been one big happy family in heaven. I blamed myself, Abby. The pain never went away so I started partying and sleeping with girls to numb the pain. It was always just a distraction from my real problem. I always kept it inside and only told the guys because they were the only ones I trusted." He tells me.
Tears are falling down his face as well as mine. My heart hurts for him. He feels guilty about the death of his parents. He's in pain and now it's all clear to me. He doesn't sleep with those girls because he loves it. He does it because it's a distraction.
I wrap my arms around him and let him cry on my shoulder. He cries for about an hour. He's settled down now and we're both quiet. His head is laying on my lap and I'm running my hand through his hair.
"That feels good." He says after a while. I continue to run my fingers through his hair wanting to relax him. I don't know why I care about Jordan so much. I just can't seem to let him go. Especially not now.
"Jordan, I'm glad you told me. I'm really sorry about what happened to your parents, but you were saved for a reason. You might not know the reason, but you were saved for a reason. I care about you a lot and I couldn't imagine a world with out you. Who else is going to be my Giant?" I smile.
He chuckles a bit and then smiles. His eyes are still red and swollen from crying, but he still looks beautiful.
"Thank you, Abby. I feel better now that I told someone else. When I told the guys I didn't even shed one tear. I didn't want them to think I was a baby, ya know? With you, I know you'll never laugh at me or make fun of me. That's why I couldn't lose you as a friend." He tells me.
My heart flutters at his words. What is he doing to me? "Jordan, are you staying over tonight?" I ask him.
It's 1 a.m. I'm tired and I really want to get some sleep. "Only if you want me too." He tells me.
I nod my head. "You can stay. I'll sleep on the floor and you can take my bed. I would let you sleep in Matt's room, but I don't want to risk my parents seeing you." I tell him.
I began to throw a few pillows on the floor and he grabs my wrist. "Don't sleep on the floor. Sleep in the bed with me. We're both mature and we're just friends. I'll stay on my side. I promise." He says.
"O-okay. I like the left side. Is it okay if I get on the left side?" I ask him.
"It's your bed Midget. I'm okay with whatever you want." He smirks. For some reason, it felt like that sentence had a double meaning.
I roll my eyes playfully and get into bed. He starts to take his shirt off and I think I start to drool. This guy is literally perfect. I look away before he catches me staring.
"I hope you don't mind. I can't really sleep with a shirt on." He tells me.
"It's fine." I say. He nods his head before getting in bed beside me. I feel his pants scrape up against my legs.
"Um, you should take off your pants. That sounds so sexual. Oh my gosh." I face palm myself.
He laughs. "It's okay. I know what you mean. I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable. Are you sure you're okay with me wearing only my boxers?" He asks.
I think about it. Nope, too many hormones in this room. I get up and open one of my dresser drawers. I have a pair of Matt's gym shorts in here. I grab them and toss them over to Jordan.
He catches them and gets out of bed to put them on. I turn around not really wanting to see all of that. I'll hate to dream about Jordan getting naked all night.
"I'm done." He says. I walk back over to my bed and get in. I turn off the lamp beside my bed and lay down.
It won't be long before I knock out. "Abby." I hear Jordan say.
"Yes." I say back. I feel one of his hands grab mine and electricity shoots through my body. He's just holding my hand so why am I so affected by it.
"Thank you for listening to me. I'm glad I met you." He tells me.
"I'm glad you came by today." I smile. He can't see me smiling, but I'm pretty sure he knows I'm smiling.
"Good night, Midget." He says.
"Good night, Giant." I say back before I close my eyes and let sleep take over me, but not before I hear one last thing.
"What are you doing to me, Midget?" He whispers.
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Another update as promised. Found out a little bit about Jordan. Might be one of my favorite chapters to write.
Don't forget to vote and comment what you think. Writing another book called Don't Go Grace, but it'll be slow/random updates. I'm going to focus more on this book and my other one.
Does anyone have a different opinion on Jordan now?
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