Game On

Chapter Eleven

(Attached: Jordan @  everyone)

JORDAN'S P.O.V

Monday morning rolls around and I'm actually excited. I stay curled up under my bed covers this whole weekend, grieving over the loss of a potential boyfriend. I genuinely thought Logan was interested in me, but all that changed when he stood me up on Friday night.

I wriggle into my black skinny jeans, a band-tshirt, and my converse. I shake my hands through my loose waves and walk into the bathroom. Brushing my teeth, I give myself a peptalk.

"You are not going to cry today. Not for anyone. Logan Matthews is the biggest dickhead you know. Well, second biggest. Speaking of the devil, ignore Alex Carter. Okay? We good? We good."

I flash myself a smile and swipe on some mascara. I always keep my makeup basic, because theres not really anyone who I'm trying to impress. However, if Logan had turned out to be a good guy, maybe I would've used some foundation.

But I guess not.

There's still an unspoken tension between Spencer and I after our fight. I haven't seen him since, and this car-ride takes awkward to a whole new level.

"Ruby May! Where the fuck have you been?" I yell across the school carpark as I slide out of the passenger seat.

When I'm close enough to make out my bestfriend's face, I see her sheepish grin.

"Sorry.."

"For what?"

"For ignoring all your texts, not hanging out this weekend, ditching you..."

We continue to walk towards the school entrance. "So you're sorry for being a shitty friend? Because that's what you are."

"I'm not a shitty friend! I just do shitty things."

I shake my head at her, trying to fight the grin which comes from being around my bestfriend. "Just don't let it happen again Ruby. I had the worst weekend ever."

Ruby stops me in my tracks and swings me round to face her.

"Carter?"

I bite my lip, a bad habit of mine. "Not this time." I go on to explain to her about the date, me being stood up, the lack of a reply and the weekend of self pity.

"I'm gonna cut the son of a bitch."

My eyes widen in alarm. "Ruby...No"

But she is gone.

Lunch time. The time of day when shit goes down, and the student body has front row seats.

"You're breaking up with me?" A high-pitch voice trills.

The sound of chatter and eating stops, and all attention turns to the 'cool table.' In particular, Jacinthe and Alex. My brother stands up and addresses the onlookers. "Nothing to see hear people, carry on eating the delicious food, curtesy of our beautiful Ms Margaret."

Spencer and the old lunch-lady share a wink, and I roll my eyes.

"Yes Jay, we're through." Carter says. He is obviously oblivious to the scene he is causing.

Spencer slides back into his seat having given up on his attempts to save his bestfriend's ass.

"Why? I'm the hottest girl in school! We were eachother's firsts!" Jacinthe screams.

Alex jumps at the second comment, and the realisation of the situation dawns on him. He shuffles awkwardly in the seat. He turns around to face the excited eyes of his classmates, and he stops at me. If he's looking for support, he isn't getting any from me.