𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲

𝟑𝟏-𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓷

Two weeks later and that question is still on my mind. 

I thought about texting him about it but I realized I needed to do it in person. 

One main reason is you can't always read tone in text. Especially when Jordan relies heavily on sarcasm, winks, and that stupid grin. 

I get back to the school two days after New Years. I know Della and Poppy are getting in tonight and Casper is supposed to get here in a few hours. 

That means I have some time to myself in my dorm. 

Well at least I think I do. 

A knock sounds on the other side of my door and I sit up on my bed. 

I swear to god if it's Terry...

It's not Terry.

"What are you doing here?" I ask confused. 

I wasn't sure when his flight was coming in since he was the only one who didn't reply in the group chat but I didn't expect him to be here this early. 

"What does it look like?" He wiggles his brows before inviting himself into my room. 

"That you don't know home etiquette." I say as he walks over to my bed and lays down. 

Jordan extends his hand out to me, "Come here."

My eyes flit between his hand and his face. 

I concede and walk over to him, letting him take my hand in his. 

He pulls me so I am straddling him, his hands coming down and resting on my waist. 

"So how was your break?" He asks as he snakes his hands under my sweater. 

His calloused hands feel good against my smooth skin.

"Good, I got to spend most of my time with Michael and his family. What were you up to?"

Did you sleep with any other girls?

He runs his hands up and down my sides.

"My dad made his appearance for both Christmas dinner and the New Years party he has every year." Jordan tells me, "Other than that I spent most of my time with Hannah."

Whoah who the fuck is Hannah?

"Who's that?" I ask trying to keep my voice neutral, calm. 

Inside I am raging. 

He chuckles, "You jealous?"

I sit all the way up before trying to climb off of him but Jordan holds tightly to my waist. 

"Damn Taylor it was a joke." He says but I continue to try and wiggle out of his grip. 

"No it wasn't." I insist and his hold tightens. 

"Sweetheart, Hannah is my step moms Parrot."

Oh.

Well now I feel a little stupid.

I stop squirming and he brings me back completely on top of him. 

He removes one hand from my waist so he can tuck some of my hair behind my ear. 

"Are you seeing other girls?" I blurt. 

As we have recently seen when it comes to Jordan I never think before I speak.