Chapter 8

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The ground is rough on my bare feet.

Wait.

Why did I leave my shoes behind? Come to think of it, I left everything. My purse, my shoes, my phone.

My phone. The only resource I had to call people. And I had no freaking clue where I was. Was I drunk when I left the house? Who forgets everything?

That would be me. How long have I been going? How long will it take to go back to Jordan's? Where is Jordan's? So many unanswered questions, and I couldn't even Google it.

I look around, at all the trees beside me, and look back up just in time to see the car hurtling towards my face
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I jolt awake, screaming and shaking on someone's couch. This definitely wasn't my couch, and this definitely wasn't my house. Jordan sprints out of a hall somewhere, bringing me to the realization that this is his house. I slept over his house.

I never went home last night.

"WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING AT YOUR HOUSE?!" I scream, shoving a blanket off of me. He opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it again, like he shouldn't say it. "Well, you were about to leave, and-"

"DID I SLEEP WITH YOU?!"

"GOD NO! You tripped on a chair leg or something and when I got back you were passed out on the floor!"

"Why didn't you wake me up?!"

"Gee, I don't know, maybe because you were passed out! You told me you could protect yourself and I didn't want another huge argument, but I guess I just made it worse"

"Maybe that's why you don't have a girlfriend"

I regret the words as soon as they come out of my mouth.

"Jordan I didn't-"

"You meant it. I'll take you home so Sonja doesn't get angry with you"

"But Jordan-"

"By the way, your boyfriend is in jail. The officer said he's probably never getting out. I'm sorry for being an awful friend"

"You aren't an aw-"

"Let's go"

He grabs his keys and heads out the door, not even waiting for me. I blinked the tears away and followed him.
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Sonja screams at me as soon as I enter the house.

"YOU GOT LAID AND DIDN'T EVEN NEED NIPPLE ACTION!"

"I didn't get freaking laid. Ugh, come here"

I pull her into my room, and tell her everything- adding in some unnecessary foul language in the process- and watch her unchanging facial expression. "So you friend zoned him AND maybethatswhyyoudonthaveagirlfriended him. Do you like him?"

"I insulted him! How does that mean I like him?"

"Why did you guys argue the first time, again?"

"Because I was lying and he knew I was lying and I got all defensive about it to keep him from thinking I was lying"

"Why did you lie to him?"

"Because I didn't want Nathan to kill us!"

"Who's us?"

"WHY ARE YOU ASKING ALL THESE QUESTIONS?"

"US was you and him, right?"

"Yes. Because he's my friend"

"Because you like him"

"I don't like him! Geeze!"

I push her out of the room and close the door, locking it in the process. "Hey Erin?"

"What"

"You like him"

"GO AWAY"

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