(A/N- PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T HATE ME. THIS THE ENDING I PLANNED OUT FROM THE START. FROM THE BEGINNING WHEN THE IDEA TO THIS BOOK CAME TO MY MIND. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.)
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sofia's p.o.v
It was a day after Charlie's confession towards me. I felt terrible that I didn't love her that way but.....she would find someone better than me.
Way, way better than me.
Right now, I wanted to know two things.
One, how Jenna and Alex's date was. And two, why the fuck Jordan has been ignoring me.
Currently, I was lying on my bed, contemplating whether I should text Charlie, Jenna, Alex, or Jordan.
Even if I did text Jordan, was there a chance of him replying?
Nope.
I was starting to get pissed. If he wanted to break up with me, why didn't he say so? He should stop being a pussy and say it.
I frowned. I never thought of him like that. Why was I thinking of him like that?
Because you're mad, a voice said at the back of my head. You want him to talk to you. You're sick with worry.
I shook my head. Whatever.
Just as I was about to throw my phone at my bed and get up to go see Tyler, my phone rang. It was my ringtone, not notification tone. Startled, and almost dropping my phone, I looked at the caller I.D.
Jordan?
I quickly answered it. "Listen, buddy, you better have a good explanation for this shi--"
"Halo, you are Sofia?" I heard a weak and frail voice. Definitely not one of those hoes.
I became silent because this voice sounded like.....
"Are you Jordan's grandmother?" I said, suspiciously. I heard her swallow. She sniffled and sounded like she was crying. "Yes," she replied. "I am his Nonna. You are loving with Jordan, right?"
I felt a bad feeling in the bottom of my chest, but I blushed as she said 'loving'. "Yes, why.....?"
She sobbed and said, "Jordan needs you! He is injured badly!"
I don't even remember changing, or getting out the house, or asking Tyler for his car, or anything.
I knew it. I knew it all along.
Jordan was not okay.
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By the time I arrived at his house, it was deadly quiet. It was afternoon, but really cloudy, and the Mitchell household was silent. I was almost afraid to get out of my car. Almost.
But I'd do anything for Jordan. Hell, if he wanted my soul, I'd give it to him.
What the hell....
I slowly got out of the car and went up the steps to the house. I knocked on it quietly, the mood wasn't set for loud knocking.
Instead of expecting an elderly couple, a guy answered the door. He looked around twenty-ish, but was handsome. The lining of his face was familiar.....
"Who are you?" His voice was rude, and he sounded like he didn't take shit from anyone. I swallowed and said, "Um, er, Jordan's nah na called and said Jordan was missing, if you know who he is.....,"
The guy scowled. "'Course I do, stupid ass. I'm his brother."
My jaw dropped. Well, I wasn't that surprised. I knew something about his face looked familiar. It had 'Jordan' written all over it!
