Inside Out

17.

Jordan POV
"Damn.", "Damn damn damn.", I muttered as I slowly walked to my lecture of the day.

A bitch was sore. I was currently doing the walk of pain. Ain't no shame in what I'd done.

I had to make it not obvious that I got dicked down couple hours ago.

Last night was heavenly. Euphoric. Bliss.

I kept having flashbacks. If it wasn't for classes today. I would have slept in.

But to think about it. I would be setting myself up. That man has too much energy. Though we matched each other's drive and all. I must say if he hadn't gotten tired the last round. I would have tapped out from pleasure. I honestly didn't want to stop.

So addictive.

I opened the doors to the lecture theatre as I carefully sat down in one of the seats to the far corner waiting for the rest of students to pile into the air conditioned room.

I made sure to sit in the far corner because I didn't want to communicate with anyone today. Unless their name was Kennedy, in which they wouldn't be in class but over the East Wing.

I received some weird glances which I ignored. I know I didn't look put together as I usually do and that's okay.

Even on my bad days, I still managed to look somewhat presentable. Today however, I didn't give one fuck.

I am nursing a pussy hangover. She had a bit too much fun last night/ early this morning.

Looking down at my outfit briefly. I glared back the inquisitive eyes making them turn away in shame.

My sweats were loose and my sweatshirt was baggy. Not in the 'chill fashion' way. I looked like Hobo.

There were mismatched socks on my feet adorned in some blue crocs. I had no makeup on either. At least my lashes were in tip top shape.

My phone buzzed with a message as the lecturer entered the course room.  I unlocked my phone to check it .

Toot: how are you ? 😏
Me: 😑 great. Hbu?
Toot: Tired. But I'll live. Your 🐱 feel better?

I re read the thread. My eyes widening as I read his last message. I peeked over my shoulder and lowered my phone brightness as I typed a response.

Me: yes. Still sore tho.
Toot: I'm sorry. I feel guilty.
Me: no. You don't. 🙄
Toot: you're right I don't😂😂. But I really am sorry tho. Let me kiss it better?

I shook my head as I locked my phone again not responding. Ain't no way in hell I'm seeing him later.  I'm going home after classes to get some much needed sleep.

Toosii POV
"Hello.", I answered my phone without checking caller ID.

I was currently playing an Call of Duty.

"Could you please come get me?", I heard Jordan say tiredly into the phone.

Laughing. I placed the phone between my ear and shoulder as I adjusted my game controller while I spoke. "I was wondering when you were going to realize that I drove you to school this morning.", I said smiling .

Jordan had complained last night that she didn't want to drive when I invited her to the studio with me. I had drove us both.

I was who the one who also drove her to school his morning. So when she ignored my suggestion about the kiss. I laughed.

I knew I would end up seeing her before the day was over.

Aside from that fact. I wouldn't do anything that she didn't want to do.