Charlie was a genius. A fucking genius.
How come I've never thought of this before?
Because I'm an idiot.
I was sitting in the cafeteria, scrolling through my phone, looking for Jordan's Instagram. You see, like the stupid bitch I was, I deleted our DM that day he DM'ed me. I thought he was a prick looking for chicks.
Was I wrong.
He blocked me from his phone, and on his Kik. To me, that's childish, but if our positions were vice-versa, I would be doing the same thing.
I finally scrolled to the username 'kvng.jordann'. I smiled to myself. Finally!
I went to my DM'S bar and clicked his username. Then I typed, "Jordan. Look, I'm sorry. I'm an idiot. Would you believe me if I said I was just trying to test my feelings? Lol, I guess not. I mean if I was you and you were me, okay that was gay. I mean, you kissing Tyler..... Okay, you get it. Let's say I saw you kissing another girl. I'm not gonna lie, I would do the same thing. Ignore you. But, I'd hear you out after a while. So.... I ask you to do the same. You haven't shown up at school for the past few days. Why? Are you okay? Like, hurt? If you're going to a bar and doing....stuff, I'm just letting you know, that I'm not mad. Okay? The truth....the thing I realized when I kissed Tyler was, I didn't like him that way. So, if you were worried, I don't have my eyes on anyone else. But I don't think you care..... Haha, I'm so pathetic. I suck at apologies. Anyways, if you get this, if you're not busy, can you...call me? Or text me. Or Facetime me, if you have an iPhone. Okay, bye. XOXO. SOFIA."
I sighed as I pressed 'Send'. Hopefully, he would have enough time to check his Instagram. If he even went on it anymore.....
My thumbs were sore as I dropped my phone on the table. It made an emphasized 'plop' sound. All I had to do now was wait.
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At 12:39 A.M, I got a text that was either good or bad.
It was from Jordan. I guess he decided to unblock me , I thought to myself.
But when I read, and reread the text. I didn't know if he forgave me, or was still mad at me.
3824 Labor Drive. Come over.
I pulled on a black v-neck, jeans, and my regular Nikes, and headed out the door.
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"Fucking idiot!" I yelled to myself. Knowing that I didn't have a car, I ran to Enterprise to rent a car. What I didn't realize was that the gas was halfway empty. By the time I spotted a gas station, the car shut down, so I had to roll the car to the gas station.
When I made it to the gas station, I sunk to the floor. Pushing a car was like pushing at wind, you would feel it moving a lot, but really? It wouldn't move at all.
Or was it just me.
Luckily, the gas station was near Labor Drive, thanks to the directions from a perverted old man who kept staring at my chest when I asked him.
So, I ran there, and looked for the house number 3824.
I finally found it and was shocked. For a car that was really expensive, his house didn't compare. It was small, yellow. There was a white fence surrounding it. It looked as if an elderly couple lived here.
And I didn't see Jordan's car in sight. I wondered if he lied to me....?
Shaking these thoughts out of my head, I ran up the steps to the door and rung the bell. I smelled....sausage?.....as I stepped closer. And I heard an elderly voice screaming in an unknown language.....
The door swung open and a skinny elderly man stared me down. "Are you another one of those scouts? Quit selling us damn cookies!"
I put my hands up. He looked hella scary with his scowl. "No, s-sir.... Um, does anyone named Jordan live here?"
He stared at me, studying me. Shaking his head, he yelled, "Jordan, another one of your girls are here!"
Another? Girls? As in plural 's'?
I tried not to show my jealousy, as to how 1). he thought I was a girl scout. And 2). how he thought I was one of Jordan's toys.
I heard thudding footsteps and a "Dannazione, Nonno," or something like that before I saw Jordan. My eyes widened. His shirt was off, giving me a clear view of his chest, and he was wearing sweatpants.
Almighty Jesus, please help me not have an orgasm in front of these men.
My knees quivered slightly as I gave Jordan a smile, which most likely looked lopsided. He stared at me, and our eyes met for three seconds, before he said, "Come in."
Jordan, I was chasing you. And I finally caught you.
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