The Choking Kind

4 - Sadie

SATURDAY MORNING

"Get out of bed, Sadie," Jordon groaned.

I blinked the sleep from my eyes and glared up at him. "Ugh. Get out of my room." I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, but it fell on the floor at his feet. He laughed, shaking his head before grabbing my comforter and tugging it. I clawed at my blanket, struggling to hold it on my body, but my limbs were still too weak from sleep, and he quickly got it out of my grasp and tossed it on the floor.

"Get up."

"No," I grumbled as I buried my head in the mattress, desperate to slip back into the dream I'd had. Instead, his fingers slid across my ribs, tickling me until I screamed, tears streaming down my face. I flipped over, and he pinned my hands beside my head, his eyes darkening as he looked over my nearly naked body beneath him. It was a move that, only a few months ago, would have made my heart race.

"Fine. I'm up! I'm up! Stop."

He stood again, his hands raised in front of him as he chuckled. "You asked for it."

I knew he was being playful, but I couldn't erase the scowl from my face. I pushed up from my bed and shoved him aside to go toward the bathroom. He chuckled again and followed after me. Slamming the door in his face, I called out again, "Go away, Jordon!"

"Why are you being such a bitch?" He barked back. I yanked the door open, toothbrush in my mouth. I pulled it out as I glared at him.

"You know why," I snapped before going back to the sink to finish brushing my teeth. Jordon stepped closer, leaning against the bathroom doorframe with a smug look on his face. "What are you even doing in here? If May catches you, she's going to flip out," I lied.

"Your mom isn't even here. She's probably passed out on the street somewhere. And what would she do anyway? Call up the sheriff?"

I spit into the sink, shaking my head, hating that he was right. When your daddy is the law, you can get away with pretty much anything. "Don't talk about my mom," I warned. I knew May wasn't the most outstanding role model, but she had her reasons. And no matter how angry I was at her, he had no right to say anything.

Rolling his eyes, he stepped behind me, looping his arms around my waist. I glanced at the mirror in front of us. "You really still hate me?" He asked, pushing my hair over my shoulder and pressing his lips to the back of my neck. I shivered, and he smirked, looking back at our reflection. Jordon was only a few inches taller than I was, but he was built thick. Years of playing football and helping on his family farm had made him strong. He kept his dark brown hair, nearly the same color as his eyes, buzzed short.

"I don't hate you," I confessed, but my stomach was twisting. We came from different places. I couldn't blame Jordon for not wanting the entire school to know we had a thing together.

"It was just a stupid wedding. What was I supposed to do, tell my dad that I couldn't go with Becky?" Becky. She was the girl everyone in school wanted to be. Intelligent, beautiful, and wealthy. She was everything I wasn't.

"Yes." I spun around in his arms, but they stayed banded around me. "That's exactly what you should have done. You should have told him that I'm –"

"You're what?" His eyes narrowed, and he struggled not to smile. "What are you?" His eyebrow rose playfully.

I pushed against his chest with a groan, and he took a step back, letting his arms fall to his sides.

"Nobody. I'm nobody." I stormed out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom as I searched my dresser for something to wear as his finger slid over the mouse of my laptop. I quickly slammed it closed.