JORDAN'S P.O.V
I remembered our phone call two days ago. I was surprised at myself mostly because I was doing this for her. Not for myself.
I never did anything for anyone.
So why her?
I would ask my mom, but she's dead. I would ask my dad--no I wouldn't. And thank Jesus he's dead. I would ask my brother....but he's in jail.
Juley is my mother now, because she was my mother's sister. But that doesn't mean I have to treat her like a mom. My older brother, Kevin, was an alcoholic. My mom noticed this, and she didn't want him to be like dad. But Kevin knew this. So he quit after a while.
When mom and dad died, I didn't blame him when he started drinking again. He drank five times the usual. Juley knew this, so one day when she found three beer bottles in his car, she notified the police.
I was so mad. That bitch took away my only family, the only person who understood me in this world. What was even worse was that she made me go to the dumbass school she was principal in. If I hadn't met her, I still would've hated that school.
But I met her. And it made me realize more to myself than ever.
So on Friday, I woke up late, as usual. I was late to school, and babe was in the math class scribbling on a piece of paper, with her cute thinking face on. I couldn't resist hugging her, and I loved how she gasped and wrapped her arms around mine.
I got home late because Juley told me that if I kept acting like this, she would send me to military school. I told her at least my grades were going up and I wasn't getting into fights. That shut her up, thank God.
Then there was a damn jam on the way to my house, and it took at least twenty minutes. By the time I made it to my house, it was 5:40.
Thank God Nonna was home. I told her what I was going to do, and she claimed that my sorry ass was in love.
Ha, Nonna, bullshit.
Nonna found a tuxedo that Nonno used to wear when he and Nonna went to festivals. It was black, classical style.
And I wondered if Sofia would like it....
But this wasn't for me, it was for her and that dumb blonde kid.
When I told Nonna that, she laughed and said I was jealous.
Jealous? Over a girl? Hell no.
But the more I thought about it.....the more I realized what Nonna was saying....
I learned that I was in love with Sofia.
The flirting was real to me, now. Not a joke.
By the time I made it to her house, she and the blonde kid were on her porch, swinging on the swings, their hands interlaced. A surge of...jealousy?....ran through me.
And when he whispered in her ear, I felt like getting out of the car and snatching her away from him.
She was mine.
What the hell am I saying? Thinking?
She turned in my direction and gasped. I smirked as I saw the blonde guy's smile grow small.
I was going to have to fight for her, I realized.
Then she pushed me as I was leaning against my car, and I felt beyond. Hurt.
Then her mother came out, pure Hispanic, and I had to conceal my hurt because she looked at me as if I was some sort of drug that she wanted to stay away from her daughter.
I changed her mind, thanks to Kevin's big-brother flirting skills. One time I called him a man-whore and he socked me in the mouth. He also taught me how to fight.
Too bad we were from the west end. That's where my dad was from. Because of that, mom got killed, and my life was Hell.
I was not going to let Sofia know about this. We weren't going to be like that.
Then when she actually said she thought it wasn't my car, my ego was hurt. Badly.
And when that white dude tried to interfere, I almost wished I could fight him.
But then Sofia would hate me.....because she was in love with him.
Damnit. What did he have that I didn't?
Did she like white dudes? Because that's plain racist.
And I knew I pulled the last straw when I called the white guy her boyfriend. She slapped me.
I wasn't shocked. I was hurt, and glad. Glad she slapped me because I was being a dick and I deserved it.
But she didn't have to hit me that hard. I glared at her, and my cheek was throbbing. That was when I had the chance to check her out. The blue dress went to her knees, and was so lacy, it could have made any man have wild thoughts. Especially if that man fancied you.
When she turned to Tyler, goddamn, my heart ached! Tyler saw it to, and gave me a small smile, an apologetic one.
I didn't need sympathy. Or pity.
When Sofia was about to call herself a bitch, I couldn't help but interrupt. Bitches were selfish little whore's that only did something for themselves or if they had to. Like Juley.
In court, I knew she didn't want me. But she took me anyway because of the law and money.
And she sent Kevin to jail because he was a nuisance. I heard her saying that to one of her friends.
When she was silently crying, I had to hug her, my body acted before my heart. And the blonde boy looked at me, his eyes knowing.
That's when I knew that he wasn't fighting for her. She was all mine.
And that we were friends.
I remember how when we were at the party, I thought I saw David, a drug dealer who sold drugs to my dad.
I looked back at Sofia, and realize anyone would want to fuck her.
Even me.
But I would take it slow.....
When she said she wanted a drink, I decided I had to watch her. For safety. But suddenly, I heard her scream something, and she disappeared. I freaked out.
What if someone forcefully took her? What if they are going to drug her? Rape her?
I decided the only place people would do that is in the back of the school, so I made my way, through the heavy crowd to the back of the gym. The people were smart, colors were changing and the colors were dark. Dark pink, dark red, dark blue, dark purple, dark green...
It took me a while for my eyes to adjust to the lights, but I finally found the 'drink booth'. And I could not believe what I saw. Sofia was being dragged by a short dude, and she looked.....high?
Anger took the best of me, and instead of seeing dark blue, I saw red.
I ran over to him and punched him as hard as I could. I heard a loud crack and he fell to the floor. I could see that Sofia was barely conscious, so I carried her and walked slowly, asking her if they drugged her or not. She fainted while the saying the thing I didn't want to hear. Yes.
I ran to Tyler and told him what happened, and we raced to his house. Tyler told me that her mother went to Sofia's sister's drama program. We drove slowly, because Sofia looked drunk, high, and passed out.
I felt bad for her when she would wake up.
And I decided, that I had to watch out for her.
Because if something happened to her, I would die.
Literally.
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