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C8| PE-PE Ass Moods and Priceless Dares.

Chapter Eight.

"Jordy, wake up." A little girl with pigtails and wings told me. She had a white robe on, like some kind of angel. Angel? Wait, am I in heaven?

"Who are you?"

"I'm your angel." She smiled.

"Am I in heaven?"

"Nope. Hospital."

Hospital? What the hell-

"Jordy."

"Angel?"

"Jordy are you okay? And no, I'm no angel. I'm your worst nightmare bitch."

Ah. Why of course, Blaire.

"What happened?" I clutched one side of my head as it throbbed in pain. It felt like someone was hammering me on the head.

"Fell unconscious, brought you to the hospital, and here we are."

A sharp pain on my jaw brought some memories to the front of my mind. "My jaw. What ha-"

"Don't stress about it. They did an X-ray scan and found out that just a few bones were broken. Nothing major. It'll heal in a few weeks, at least that's what the doctor said."

"I-"

"My baby!" Mom rushed in, followed by Lucy and Sean. "Cory called us and she said you got into a fight. You know better than that Jordan."

I groaned and sat up straighter. "Why Cory?" I asked Blaire. She shrugged and smiled sheepishly. "I was too busy looking after you so she had to call instead." I closed my eyes as I tried to calm the anger bubbling inside me. That bitch was going to die. Alcohol or no alcohol she had no right to call my mom, mostly under these circumstances. I mean, it was just a punch. And its not like I went all Tyson on them, I just tried to promote peace. I was part of the UN club for God's sake, what I was supposed to do?

Almost as if in cue, Cory walked in with Ally and Darrell behind. She looked a bit sobered up but that didn't mean I was going to spare her. She was a goner.

"Corylline."

Her eyes widened and she looked at me suspiciously. The only time I called her full name was when I was really pissed, or really pissed. You'll understand when the time is right little grasshopper.

"What?"

"I'm going to-"

"Jordy!" Darrell rushed to my other side and kissed my cheek. "Babe you okay?"

Okay, wrong move. An even worse move to make when recipient's overprotective mother and brother are present. That's it, he's dead.

"Darrell. Stay the fuck away from my sister." Sean glared at the poor boy and walked up to my bed. He even went further to push him away.

"Sean stop, he's my close friend."

"He's a guy."

"So? Since when have you been sexist?"