One More Night/ A Jordan Knight Fanfic✔️

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Sixty-One

Homecoming weekend is a huge deal at my school, and as I pin curls into place on my head for tonight's ball, I think back to when I met Donnie to beg him to donate to our fundraiser for this very weekend. I brush the thought away. I don't want Donnie in my head, especially not after seeing him sitting on Tess's couch last weekend.

I don't have a date for tonight's ball, but I have Tess, who decided to bring Jason, and I know Justin will be there with Alex. Since the Homecoming football game is Friday night and the kids' dance is Saturday, the black-tie ball and auction for adults is Thursday. This year, the grand prize is a Toyota Tacoma, but there's trips and concert tickets and all sorts of goodies up for grabs.

I feel like Cinderella in my gown as I walk into the banquet hall located just minutes from my school. I make my way to the bar first—it's an after school function and there aren't any kids around.

I bump into Justin and Alex, who promise to sit at my table, and then I find Tess and Jason. As I talk to the two of them, my heart races as I spot dark hair and hazel eyes across the room chatting with my principal.

And it doesn't race in a good way.

"What the hell is he doing here?" I ask.

Jason and Tess follow my line of sight, and as if he can feel our eyes on him, Donnie turns and spots us.

"Since he was the single largest donor, they offered him a free meal," Jason explains.

I blow out a frustrated breath. "He didn't have to take it."

"I'm pretty sure there was more than one reason he did." Jason's voice is quiet.

"Spill it," I say.

He looks uncomfortable. "He wants to talk to you."

I roll my eyes. "How nice of him to attack me first at my home and then at a work function."

"It's not an attack, Anna," Jason says.

Tess puts her arm around my shoulders. "We're here for you, babe."

I don't even get a chance to respond because Donnie starts making his way over to us.

"Hey," he says softly.

"We'll leave you alone," Jason says, tugging Tess's arm. I give her a pleading look, but she follows Jason to the bar. So much for her parting words of we're here for you.

"What are you doing here?" I blurt before he has a chance to speak. I avoid looking directly at him as I pretend to survey the room.

"I owe you an apology."

"You owe me more than that." My words taste bitter on my tongue.

"You're right."

I take a sip of wine for strength. "I'd like my dignity back, for one."

"What I did is unforgivable, and I fully admit that. I was acting from a place of jealousy and hatred, and you got caught in the crossfire. For that, I apologize."

"It's not okay." I look around the room and absentmindedly recognize some people.

"I don't deserve your forgiveness."

"You're damn right about that."

Donnie sighs. "I hate this—I hate that Jordan won't talk to me, I hate that you hate me. I hate that I screwed you over so badly. You never deserved that, Anna."

I cut him off again. "Blah blah blah. Like I believe a damn word out of your lying mouth."

He looks wounded as he blows out a sigh. "I donated the Tacoma."