Sisters

Grace's Pov

Why is Jordan here? She not supposed to be here. UGH. Jake angrily says,"Are you flirting with grace?.."
I interrupt Jake and say, "Jake, play nice, try not to get any blood on you. I need to talk to Jordan...alone." I forcefully drag Jordan with me until we are out of earshot of Jake and ask, "What are you doing here?"
Jordan replays angry, "1. Why did you take my necklace, and 2. Why did you throw the dagger!"
I calmly (understatement, I shouted) replied back, "I took the necklace because I thought it was cute, and Two YOU KNOW WHY!!!!!"
Jordan Said annoyed, "Stop your making a scene! And no I don't know why!"
I shout (and blurt out) angrily as Josiah and Jake come running toward us," NO I WON'T STOP, BECAUSE YOU WENT IN MY SECRET ROOM!!!!!" I cover my mouth as I realize what I just said.
"That's what this is about...oh.. I... Fine then.," Jordan said with a obviously hurt voice barely above a whisper.
"No I mean... I meant..I'm sor... I didn't.. I guess I..." I look for words but they already sailed down the stream.
"You don't get to *sniffs* answer to *sniffs* me ever again! *sniffs*" Jordan's words cry and hit me like a brick wall.
"Jordan I'm.", I say in a soft voice trying to apologize.
But Jordan interrupted crying out, "No, don't Jordan me! I'll be going now, have fun with your dumb boyfriend!" Jordan cries on Josiah's shoulder while he takes her out of the Target. I collapse on the ground. And for the first time in 3 years I do something I never would've thought I would ever do again. A very rare thing. I cried. When Jake heard this rare thing occur he almost fainted but instead ran to my side let me cry on him. He began to comfort me. As soon as I realize that we are in a public place, I snap out it and the tears instantly stop like a car about to hit a person. I stand up and say, "Eamus." Latin for let's go. We both speak it. We leave and nothing is said until we get to the car. Jake opens the door and I hop in. I turn on the radio, but plug in my phone, there's nothing good on the radio. I plaY Thanks for the Memories, by Fall Out Boy. I turn it up over the pain, over the everything. Jake said, noticing the song, "This was the song you had playing when I first met you. When I heard this song playing I followed it until I found the person who had been listening to it. I felt starstruck when I saw you for the first time. I thought oh my God today must be my lucky day. I think I hit the jackpot." I laugh through my tears at this while he tells the story of how he first met me. I say, "I'm so happy I met you. If I didn't meet you, I don't know what I would be doing. Heck, I would still be in Target crying if it weren't for you." I start to replay the scene again and again in my head. I hate it when I do this but I just can't help it. I start to freak out. I try to alert Jake that it's happening. I try to reach my hand over and shake him. I let out a weak, "Take me to my room please. Hurry."
Jake panics a bit then gets the message. I swear it felt like I was in a Mustang or a Bugatti because he hit the gas peddle and we must have skipped several stop signs and lights. We got there in about a minute. He stopped the car when we got there and he got out came over to my side and opened the door. He then picked me up and carried me inside the agency. He ran as fast as he could with me in his arms. He carried me to my room and placed me in my bed. I tried to calm down but can't. I command Jake, "Get me a quarter."
Jake responded, kinda confused, "Why the quarter?"
I say, "Just get the quarter!"
Jake gets the quarter and hands it over to me.I roll the quarter over my knuckles, and just focus on that. After a while I calm down. My episodes usually don't happen that much. "You okay?" Jake asks. "Uhh," I can't focus. Something's seriously wrong. I find my phone in my pocket and call someone I wouldn't have thought I would call. Now I depend on that person to help me out. I call my sister. I type in the numbers and I wait for her to answer. I need her to answer. The ringing keeps going until it finally hits the voicemail. Knowing she won't listen to the voicemail I send her a text she will definitely answer to. I text her the word Fireflight.
Fireflight is the code word we made when one of us was in an emergency.
This was one of those times.