𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲

𝟒𝟑-𝐈'𝐦 𝐆𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥

𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓷

Today is by far the best day of my whole entire existence. 

Why you might ask?

Because today is debate day in English. 

I always love proving my point against someone but what makes this day even better....

I am facing off against Jordan. 

Honestly when our teacher announced our groups and I realized he was captain of the opposing team I almost stood up and did a victory dance. 

I was captain of team green, Jordan of team orange. 

Haha my color is clearly superior. 

Did I mention this grade was quite heavy on our overall grade?

Like I said best day of my entire existence. 

Our teacher wanted to make it 'fun' so we're arguing whether the summer season is better or the winter season.

 I wanted to do something real and serious but whatever, I'm still going to kick his ass. 

I am arguing that summer is better and I whole heartedly believe it is. I get cold easily so I prefer warmer temps. 

From across the room Jordan sends me a smirk and wink, 'I'm going to win.' he mouths to me. 

I shake my head, 'Never.' I mouth back. 

"Quinn are you even listening to me?" One of my teammates ask me. 

I nod, "Sure."

I wasn't listening. 

"Okay it's time to start, get ready to make your opening statements." Our teacher says and we head back to our seats. 

"Remember to make it quick and to the point. Show that you know what and why you are arguing." Mrs. Webber says. 

My opening statement is clean and pristine. 

Well that is until Caleb stutters over it. 

Luckily however I get the counter argument. 

"You argued that during the winter it snows but you didn't mention that it doesn't always snow." I feel so weird arguing about seasons but whatever gets me the grade. 

"If it doesn't snow what do you have? Freezing weather that gives people head colds." I say flatly. 

Of course Jordan gets to be the one who argues his counter. 

His argument about high heats and heat strokes makes sense but then Denny pulls out on our team with a good argument about icy roads. 

By the time our closing statements are made I am positive my team won. 

Sure enough my thoughts are made true when Mrs. Webber announces our team the winner.

I smile at him triumphantly. 

The look he sends me however sends a shiver racing down my spine, my grin faltering. 

I know what he intends to do tonight, even if he isn't voicing it. 

☆ ☆ ☆

"Your group had the weakest argument." Jordan counters. 

We are sitting down in the dining hall, today is breakfast for dinner. 

So we have blueberry pancakes with has browns, scrambled eggs and toast. 

Too many carbs for me....well that's a lie I'm eating it all. 

Carbs be damned. 

"It was about the weather Campbell, and my argument was at least better than yours." I say and he scoffs. 

Seriously why couldn't she have picked a better topic for us to debate?

It feels weird arguing about a debate we had about what season was better. 

"You two are pretty strange." Casper says and I flip him off. 

"Now that is not very presidential of you Quinny." He laughs. 

"You know what wasn't very presidential?" Jordan asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "When she snuck in the guys dorm to give me a-" He doesn't get to finish because I shove a pancake in his face. 

Poppy giggles as syrup begins to drip down his chin. 

"Jordan no need to wolf down your food, do you need me to cut it for you?" I ask sweetly. 

Grabbing my knife and fork I hover over his pancakes, "In fours or bite size pieces?" I ask and Poppy bursts out laughing.

Jordan grabs a napkins and spits out the pancake I shoved into his face, then he grabs another to clean the syrup off his chin. 

"What Jordan was saying was that I snuck in to give him notes on our assignment. I am just so generous you know?" I say, a smile on my face. 

A smile that is wiped clean off my face when Casper flips his screen over so I can see it. 

I swear my emotions have never changed so quickly in my life.

"Isn't that your mom?" He asks and I nod. 

It's not my mom that has me ridged but the couple beside her. 

Dale and Melanie stand between my mom and father. 

I guess their wedding was last weekend. My mom had sent a very wordy text message a few months back about how rude it was of me to decline the maid of honor position. 

I never responded because I couldn't tell her why I didn't take it, she would never believe me anyway. 

Jordan grasps my hand and it's in that moment that I realize I'm shaking. 

"Is that him?" He whispers against my ear and I nod. 

That simple nod makes the hand holding my clench. 

"Ow." I yelp and he quickly releases it. 

"You ok?" Poppy asks me and I nod before standing. 

"Yeah I'll just be back in a minute." I say before leaving the dining hall. 

I know Jordan follows me as I head over to the old tree stump. 

He sits down beside me and grabs my hand, running his thumb over the top before kissing it softly. 

"Does it hurt?" He asks, concern etched in his voice. I shake my head. 

He didn't squeeze it that hard. 

"I can't believe she married him." I say looking down at my shoes. 

Well I can because she told me she would go through with it but I can't understand how her conscience let her. 

Mine would eat me alive. 

Jordan pulls me closer so my head is leaning against his chest. 

He smells like blueberry pancakes.....my bad. 

"if he tries to contact you, you'll let me know right?" He asks and I nod against him. 

I doubt he will though. 

No I know I will never see him again. I just know.