𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲

𝟖-𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥

𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓷

That night I return to Davenport Academy. It's late and I head straight for the dorms. 

I just want to shower, change and get into bed and sleep off this weekend. 

There are a few texts in the group chat asking how my weekend with my parents was. 

I tell them that I will spill everything tomorrow at lunch. 

When I enter my room, Poppy is already under the covers asleep. 

I grab my pajamas before heading to the showers. After I shower and change I head back to the room. 

The night it takes me a bit longer to fall asleep. 

The next day I get dressed for school. Poppy is already gone by the time I got back from the bathroom that morning. 

Probably hanging out with Sarah. Barf. 

I grab everything I need before leaving the room and heading out. 

By the time lunch rolls around I am hungry and ready to spill my guts about my families fun news. 

"Ok so tell us, what happened?" Della asks as she takes a seat across from me. 

Jordan sits beside me and Casper across from him. 

"Well for starters he's fucking some eighteen year old girl who's working for us." I say and she scrunches her nose up. 

"Ew, that's so gross." She says and I nod before ripping a piece of my dinner roll and buttering it. 

"Was she hot at least?" Jordan asks and I roll my eyes, "One day I am going to kill you in your sleep Campbell."

He pouts, "I know you don't mean that."

"I do, I really do." I emphasize my words. 

"So what else happened?" Della asks curiously. 

I sigh, "My moms best friend is getting married and he wants me to be his fiancés maid of honor."

"Dale?" She asks and I nod. 

She's seen pictures of him on the news and online but thankfully she's never met him. 

He's been traveling for five years now. 

"Oh gross who would want to marry him?"

I shrug, "I have no clue but when I meet her I'll ask why."

"Oh and my mom got a face lift." I say and Jordan snorts, "How many has she had now."

"Uh, five I think." I say and Della cringes. 

"At least the more she gets the less we look alike." I offer. 

One thing people used to always tell me was how much I looked like my mom. Our green eyes and blonde hair, how we both have a freckle above the left side of our upper lip. 

"Your mother has nothing on you Angel." Jordan says and I turn to him, the left corner of my mouth quirking up slightly. 

"Was that a compliment Campbell?" I ask and he rolls his eyes, "Take it how you want to Taylor." His eyes shine with something unfamiliar.

"Oh I forgot to tell you guys I got this good deal this weekend. I bought five new dresses and eight new skirts." Della squeals and I turn to face her. 

Della goes on in full detail about where she shopped, what her news clothes looked like, and the cost of everything by the end. 

After lunch Della and I head to P.E.

We play volleyball again but Mrs. Truman informs us that starting next week we are starting badminton. 

By the end of my last class I am extremely tired. I head back to my room to do some studying before having dinner later. 

When I enter, Poppy is sitting on her bed, glasses on the tip of her nose as she reads out of a textbook. 

I remove my jacket and heels before sitting on my bed and getting my own textbook out. 

"Sarah told me you're friends with Jordan Campbell." Poppy says suddenly.

I snap my head up from my book, why are her and Sarah talking about me?

I don't like it. 

"I am not friends with him, Sarah clearly doesn't know what she's talking about." I say and she quirks an eyebrow, "But I saw you two sitting together at lunch."

I sigh, "Fine let me rephrase, I am not friends with Campbell but one of my friends considers him worthy of friendship so I tolerate him. Better?"

"Sarah said she slept with him sophomore year and that you got so mad at her you slapped her for it."

A laugh escapes me, "Sweetie, Sarah spins everything to make herself look innocent."

I sit up straighter, "Did she tell you she recorded them fucking and posted it to not one but five different sites?" I ask and she shakes her head. 

"She also sold it to blogs and even posted it to our schools social media website. I slapped her because only someone so vile would do that, it doesn't mean I am friends with Jordan it's just the principle of thinking it's ok to exploit someone for money. Especially when I know how it feels to be on the other end of Sarah's little schemes."

Not many people know I slapped her for it. The only person who knows are Della and Sadie, since they were there. 

I made them both promise to never to bring it up again, I know if Jordan found out he would hang it over my head. 

That I must care for him to do something like that but in actuality I would've done it if it had been anyone. I am pretty sure of that. 

"What did she do to you?" She questions. 

I look at my clock, "Oh would you look at the time, they are about to serve dinner. Guess I will have to study when I get back." I say before putting my book down and slipping into my heels. 

"Wait why won't you tell me?" She asks as I walk towards the door. 

I turn to look at her, my hand resting on the door knob. 

"Why would I tell you something so private when you can't even take me at my word that Sarah is no good?" Then I slip out of the room. 

Once I am in the dining hall, my friends and Jordan are already sitting at the table. 

"That bitch is really getting on my nerves." I groan as I sit down in my seat. 

Casper's brows furrow, "Who? Your roommate?"

"Well yeah but I am not referring to her, no I am referring to Sarah and her twisted lies." I say flipping my hair over my shoulder. 

"What did she do?" Della asks, twirling a piece of her brown curly hair around her fingers. 

"The bitch told Poppy, Jordan and I are friends. Oh and that I was a jealous mess after you slept with her." I direct the last part to Jordan who was currently rolling up the sleeves of his white button up. 

He chuckles, "She's fucking crazy."

Truer words have never been spoken. 

I was definitely mad she released the video, yes. I was in fact not jealous of them sleeping together. 

"Oh so I heard some talk, Mrs. Webber is passing back grades from the test this morning, tomorrow. I heard I got the highest grade, better luck next week Taylor." Jordan says and I scoff. 

"What sources Campbell? See Mrs. Webber passed me earlier and told me my essay on the book was the best she saw."

He laughs, "That's because she hadn't seen mine yet."

We go back and forth until dinner is over. 

I head back up to my room and study.