Thunder •A Bayani FanFiction•

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

I walked in to hear my mother cuss. She probably dropped something.

"Mom? What happened? Are you alright?" I asked her. She was making dinner. I think it was spaghetti.

"Yeah, I just got some sauce on the floor," she said. "Mollie, please clean it up for me?" And I did as I was told.

She continued making dinner and I went into my little brothers room. He was playing CoD on his Xbox 360. He was screaming at people and his friends. I shut his bedroom door before going back to my room.

I took out my phone and went on Twitter, as I do often. I read Jordan's tweets, sometimes they have a favorite or a retweet, sometimes they don't.

@xBayani: 1m
Yeah, I just got laid. Sorry that you can't.

3 favorites, 1 retweet. He was a master at indirecting me. However, everyone knows I do it better.

@MollieJay: 2m
I'm not the one with possible HIV, now am I? Are you proud of that?

7 favorites, 2 retweets. Okay, not my best work, but it'll do. Then he replied to my tweet.

@xBayani: 3m
@MollieJay Get over yourself.

@MollieJay: 4m
@xBayani You're just jealous that I'm HIV negative.

@xBayani: 5m
@MollieJay Step on a Lego, bitch.

@xBayani: 10m
@MollieJay Wait no I didn't mean it answer me

@xBayani: 15m
@MollieJay Shit Mol answer or I'm coming to your house

@MollieJay: 1m
@xBayani Lmao like I'd step on a Lego because of you. Get over yourself.

I waited so long to reply because I know it'd worry him. Then I got a DM from a girl I have AP Stats with.

@LuciLyon: Why are you two not dating already? Everyone I know ships it.

@MollieJay: You're one of the smartest people I know, and you say "ship"?

@LuciLyon: Just because I'm smart doesn't mean I don't know teenage lingo!

@MollieJay: Oh, alright. Well, he isn't into me so keep shipping but we're not canon.

@LuciLyon: SO YOU DO LIKE HIM?!

@MollieJay: ...No, he's an asshole.

Then Jordan replied to me.

@xBayani: 1m
@MollieJay You seriously scared me. Never do that again. I'm on my way over.

@MollieJay: now
@xBayani Not necessary. I'm fine.

Then the doorbell rang.

"Mollie, Jordan is here for you!" Mike, my little brother, yelled. I sighed and yelled back.

"Did you tell him to leave?"

"Uh, no?" He asked. "Was I supposed to?"

"Whatever." I sigh. I hear his footsteps walking upstairs and toward my room. He walked right in and sat on my bed. I shut the door and let him talk.

"You know why I did that?" He asked. I shook my head. "I did it to make you jealous. Looks like it worked."

"Jealous? Bullshit. Upset? Wanting to slam your face into a wall? Absolutely. But I'm not jealous." My face was burning like a flame.

"I know you like me. Why won't you just admit it?"

"Because I don't. Why would I? You're my best friend. I know everything about you, like how much of a douche you are, how lovely your family is, how your dad died when you were nine, I know you. That's enough of a reason on its own." I said with my back facing him.

"I know you, too. That's why I came over here, actually," He got up and turned me towards him, his hands on my shoulders. "I know how much you've always wanted your first kiss. I know how you want to dance in the rain and have a Netflix date. I know how to make you blush, smile, and speechless. I know that you've liked all of my guy friends at one point. I know you slept with a teddy bear until last year. I know you talk in your sleep. I know you're in love with me, too. I know you."

"I, uh," I stammered, embarrassed. "What are you saying?"

"I need to be with you." he said matter-of-factly.

"Jordan, I-I can't. You're my best friend, it would mess everything up." I said, regretting it instantly.

"We're meant to be, Mol. Why can't you see that?"

"I value our friendship, that's why you idiot!" I screamed. He looked at me weirdly then walked closely to me.

Jordan kissed me. Jordan kissed me. It was slow and full of passion. Who am I kidding, it wasn't that great. I imagined sparks and all those great things, but in reality it wasn't anything more than maybe butterflies. Not your ideal first kiss. Especially after he just got done fucking some girl.

He pulled away and smiled at me.

"Go out with me on one date at least, please?" He asked. I shrugged and smiled. If he stole my first kiss virginity, might as well have him take me out to dinner or something.

He went back home and I changed into pajama pants. I fell back on my bed and cried out of frustration. Why did this always happen to me? Why are feelings so complicated?