𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲

𝟓𝟎-𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨

𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓷

Jordan was acting a little strange. 

For starters he disappeared the whole weekend and didn't even tell Casper where he went. 

Then when he got to school today he told me to come to his dorm tonight because he has a surprise for me. 

I am not sure whether I should be excited or terrified. 

"What do you think it could be about?" Poppy asks as I get change from my uniform to a pair of nike shorts and one of Jordan's tee shirts. 

I shrug, "When it comes to Jordan it could literally be anything. Maybe he got a new record."

She hums as she continues to paint her nails. 

"You could come with me and I could drop you off at Caspers dorm." I offer and she blushes. 

"What?" I ask confused as she looks down at her blanket. 

"Except for when we all went together as a group I haven't been to his dorm."

My eyes widen, "You two haven't been alone together."

She snorts, "We have but never in his room."

"Well I 'm sure he wouldn't mind your company."

"You think?" She asks looking over at me. 

I nod, "Yeah come on lets go."

Getting up she changes into loose shorts and a white crew neck. 

We sneak out, careful not to disturb Terry. 

I leave Poppy at Casper's dorm before heading over to Jordan's 

Being the amazing girlfriend I am I quietly knock on his door so I don't disturb his neighbors. 

The door swings open and Jordan looks down at me.

"Could you knock any louder?" He asks and I shrug, "We could find out."

I raise my fist again and before I can knock he pulls me into his room and shuts the door. 

He sits down on the edge of his bed and that's when I realize he's wearing a shirt. Ninety five percent of the time when I come over Jordan is shirtless. 

The other five percent is usually because it just hasn't come off yet but saying how late it is he should be shirtless. 

Why isn't he shirtless?

Clearly this is a big issue right now. 

"Why are you wearing a shirt?" I ask and he snorts, "I knew you wanted me for my body."

Something in his tone is off though as I walk up to him. 

He seems uncertain or nervous...something along the lines of that. 

"Campbell." I say and he sighs. 

Yep somethings wrong. 

Using my over the top, amazing deductive reasoning skills I know it has something to do with why he has a shirt on. 

"Oh God did you grow thick curly chest hair over night?" I gasp making him laugh. 

He moves over and I take that as my cue to sit beside him. 

"I should probably just show you right? And if you hate it we can go from there." He says and before I can make him elaborate what he meant he lifts his shirt over his head. 

A gasp leaves me as I stare down at the ink taking up a good part of the middle of his chest. 

This isn't Jordan's first or even fifteenth tattoo but it's the one I want to study forever, maybe because I really know the meaning of it. 

"Well?" He asks, looking at me impatiently. 

The dark blue detailed butterfly is still slightly red so I don't risk touching it. 

"It's so beautiful." I say as I examine the fine detail of the wings. 

Jordan releases a long breath of relief. 

"You got it done this weekend." It's a statement since it's still raw and he didn't have it last week. 

He nods, "Yeah I went to my usual place for it." He informs me. 

I knew where it was because that was where we all had planned to go for the one item on Della's bucket list. 

She had wanted to get matching tattoos but now that would have to wait a while. 

"I wasn't sure how you'd feel about the tattoo." He says softly, "If you thought it was extreme or something."

I shake my head before kissing his cheek, "I really love it."

It was the truth, without even trying he was pulling me deeper into the love I have for him. 

Part of me wanted to punch him for it...just kidding. 

Not really. 

Jordan goes to lay on his back and I follow. 

"You can touch it if you want." He says and my fingers softly trace the lines of the butterfly. 

We lay there for a few hours in comfortable silence and for the first time I really want to say those three words. 

The only thing stopping me is my fears, I'm holding on to all the pride I have left when it comes to this guy because he's beginning to unravel me. 

He's heard the horrors of my past, seen me in my most intimate moments. Hell even in my most embarrassing.

If I tell him and he doesn't feel the same way or worse pushes me away because of it I am not sure how I could handle that. 

Not when he's become such an important person in my life. 

I told my heart to stay far away from Jordan Campbell but she's one stubborn bitch, of course she did the opposite and fell in love with him. 

"Penny for your thoughts Angel?" Jordan asks as he running his fingers through my hair. 

I sigh, still tracing the butterfly. 

"I'm just thinking about my future I guess." and whether you see yourself in it. 

He hums, "And what about your future."

I shrug, "You know how they say most high school friendships and relationships don't make it. I was thinking about how whether or not we would all make it."

It's a half truth. While I know Della and I will always stay friends, I can't help but wonder if Jordan and I will stay together. 

There is a good chance we will be going to different colleges and I have no clue how he feels about long distance or if he is even considering staying with me at all. 

Some people have those strictly high school relationships and I can't help but wonder if that is all we are. 

"I think we would all keep in touch." He says and I deflate slightly. 

Keep in touch? As in him being my boyfriend or just a friend? 

I don't voice it though, my pride won't let me. So instead I change the subject and bury those thoughts into the back of my mind.