Dirty Sexy Saint

Chapter Four

Jordan Miller

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"I'm... gonna swinggggg from the chandelier, from the chandelier!" I watched Catherine slide on the ground, her knees scraping the floor as she sang her heart out. "I'm... gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist, like it doesn't exist."

I smiled wryly. If only I could live like that; like the next day didn't exist, like I didn't have to worry about finding money for my tuition if I didn't want to be forced to take a student loan. And one thing I hated was being in debt, which was why I paid off my father's debt as soon as possible, even if I never knew about it until he was gone.

In a way, I was jealous of Catherine. She was living without a care in the world while I was there trying to think of ways to make a living.

It was the only reason my friends were at my place at that moment. When I'd come back from the mansion last Friday, all my supplies were gone. I didn't know how they knew where I kept them, but they did and managed to strip them away from me. Alessandro had been fucking serious when he said I was fired. I didn't think he was bluffing, but I also didn't think he would act that fast. Since then, I didn't know what to do.

I had tried applying for jobs close to the university, but no place was hiring. The only one that had a vacancy offered seven dollars per night and I could only work three nights a week. Of course, I didn't take it. Seven dollars couldn't pay my tuition.

"You're thinking again." A whisper in my ear from Spencer brought me back to reality and I smiled sheepishly at him. "Just like you've been doing these past few days."

He was right. For the past few days, I was always caught lost in my thoughts. They didn't know why though. They thought I had a full scholarship, just like Spencer, and only had to worry about rent and feeding.

At the beginning of our sophomore year, Catherine had suggested we rent a place together, wanting to reduce the money I needed to spend each month, but I refused. I couldn't have her around drugs. She was a recovering addict. Besides, I wasn't sure if I wanted anyone to know what I've been up to, was up to.

"Jordan." Spencer raised an inquiring eyebrow that had me shaking my thoughts away.

"Sorry, sorry. Just thinking about stuff."

I said it dismissively, expecting him to drop it, but this was Spencer we were talking about. He wasn't my best friend if he didn't take everything I said seriously. He turned me around on the couch so I was facing him properly. "What's wrong?"

Out of my peripheral vision, I saw Blake eyeing us suspiciously. I held back a chuckle. I knew he had a thing for me, but I didn't know how I would break it to him that it wouldn't happen.

I opened my mouth to say nothing, but Spencer shot me a stern look. I chewed my bottom lip as I tried to think about what to tell him.

"I lost my job."

Spencer's face scrunched up in confusion. He was quite adorable with that expression on. "How?"

Jordan, think. "Uh... Some people reported my account, I guess, and it was taken down."

"Create a new one then." He shrugged as though that was the solution to my problem. I wish it was that easy.

"Do you know how hard it is to get a job with a new account? I'd have to start building my career from the ground up." I was exasperated, even if that wasn't what I was annoyed about. It was Alessandro. Thinking about him made my blood boil and I hadn't been able to stop thinking about him in a while. How could he just strip someone of their means of living and not feel remorse? "Temporary career," I added when a cocky smile formed on his lips.