The Secret - YBxNardo

7. The Secret

Jordan's POV

Im laying in my bed. I see someone walk in my room and shoot me. The face of the person... it looks like the Kentrell boy. Everything goes black. I feel empty. I feel like I'm falling.

DING DING DING

I jerk awake, a puddle of sweat surrounding me on my silk sheets. I reach over to my nightstand and check my phone. I got three messages.

Kentrell:

Good mornin mamas

How you doing?

Lets go out tdy.

I sign thinking of words to respond with. The dream flashes in my head seeing him shoot me. Maybe im just nervous? Thats probably why I saw him in my dream. It has to be why. Right?

Me:

Goodmorning. Im doing good. Im down for whatever I just need an hour to get ready. I make my way out of the bed. I send him my location and sling my phone onto my bed. The cold hardwood floors are comforting. Im so used to carpet as a child I feel rich.

I walk over to the bathroom and grab my toothbrush. I put rinse the toothbrush and then put a generous amount of toothpaste on it. I brush my teeth staring at myself in the mirror. Noticing every flaw, I have. My eye bags, my birthmark, everything I hate.

"This class is so big," I think as I look around, noticing the numerous tables and kids.

"Hi!" I say to a kid trying to make friends she runs past me giving me a side eye.

"Hey," I say to a boy, he laughs at me.

"What's so funny," I ask, confused.

"Your face what's that thing on it?" he said causing the whole class to burst into laughter.

I feel my face get warm. My throat closes up. Both physically and mentally. I don't want to talk ever again. I feel my eyes get blurry and tears run down my face.

"Look at the crybaby!" I hear.

I feel tears running down my cheeks.

I'm brushing my teeth. Still... I must have zoned out. I brush my tongue then spit out the toothpaste. I walk out of my bathroom and into my bedroom. I search under my messy sheets and find my phone. I look at the time. It's been 10 minutes. This time I take my phone with me and walk into the kitchen. I pull out a Starbucks Cappuccino from the fridge. I hate making coffee myself it's such a hassle.

I sit down at the table and sip my coffee. It tastes how it usually does, amazing. I scroll on TikTok seeing gay boys dance and old women make disgusting meals. I scroll to a video of TerriJoe on live. My attention is diverted away from the video when I hear the doorbell ring. It must be Kentrell.

I walk through the hallway and open the door.

In front of me is my ex Naydavius.

"You like a needle and life a haystack you one of a kind I apologize," he says before I cut him off by slamming my door in his face and locking it behind me. If he was an inch closer to the door his nose would have been shattered. I wish it did.

I just moved into this neighborhood a month and a half ago. How did he find my house?

"Jordan open the fucking door I miss you, you ugly bitch! You know no one else will love you," he says.

"YOU NEED ME," he says kicking the door during every word.

I dont know what I should feel besides anger.