Never Let Go!

What The Fuck Did I Just Say!?

Chapter 3

JENIFER'S POV

I was halfway done with Jordan's homework, when my stomach started grumbling. Jordan hadn't come down yet, which made me a little uncomfortable. Maybe he was planning on starving me to death, since I only had a salad for lunch. I ransacked my bag, hoping for at least a bottle of water. I found half a pack of cookies tucked in the farthest corner of my bag, then I also decided to call Tyler, to see how he was doing. "Hey Tyler! What's up?" I asked.

"Eh, just cooking some pasta for dinner. How are you doing?" He asked, as I heard the sizzling of a pan.

"Not going so well. I'm starving and I only have three cookies left." I said.

"Really?"

"Okay, maybe two." I chuckled. "But anyways, I'm halfway through with tutorials! Maybe after this I can grab something at Wendy's, then head home." I said.

"Hmm... Okay. Be careful! Oh and do you have any plans for after school tomorrow?" He asked.

"I'm not that sure... If they will be giving out homework, I have plans, but otherwise... Why?" I asked.

"I got us tickets for the movies!" He hooted.

"Oh my god! Really? What movie?" I asked.

"This movie called, 'The fault in our stars'. I heard that it was a nice movie and thought you would wanna watch it."

"Okay, I'll do my best to push through." I smiled.

"Bye!" He exclaimed, as I put my phone down. I really hope we don't have any schoolwork tomorrow. I sighed, tapping my pen on my forehead. Goddammit! If only Jordan would do his homework, I wouldn't be staying late at his house. Right now, I could be hanging out with my best bud, but no, I'm at this loner dude's house, starving, while doing someone else's assignments.

"Here. Eat this." Someone said. I looked up, finding Jordan standing in front of me, only in his boxers, holding out a bar of chocolate. He was giving me... food? His porcelain face was highlighted by the light emitted by the study lamp, his pale hand reaching out. My eyes slowly trailed down to his slightly inked bare chest. I noticed, beneath a skull tattoo, were two scars, stitched close. I bit my lip. He did look good, just a little too skinny. What did I just say?! I hesitantly took the bar of chocolate, staring at it in my hands.

"Why are you giving me...food?" I asked, shifting in my seat. He seemed to get uncomfortable.

"I... can't concentrate with the sound of your stupid stomach. Anyways, I don't want the dead body of a girl inside my house." He scoffed, walking to the kitchen barefoot. He headed to the medicine cabinet, reaching for the handle. His arm flexed, revealing a couple more tattoos. He shook a bottle, a couple of pills rattling inside.

"What are you looking at?" He asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Err, n-nothing. I'm just gonna go now. Here, I finished your... homework." I stuttered, handing the papers to him. I grabbed my bag and headed to the door.

"Bye, bitch." He said.

"Bye, douche bag." I rolled my eyes, as I slammed the door shut and skated to my house. I skated a little slowly, approaching Jordan's bloodstain on the sidewalk. I smirked, putting my hands in my hoodie pocket. I touched a bit of plastic. I took it out, and found the bar of chocolate he gave me earlier. My insides warmed by his simple act of kindness, as I stuffed it back into my pocket.

JORDAN'S POV

I looked at the ceiling, contemplating whether or not to use the sleeping pills. Sighing, I put the bottle down and reached for the drawer, taking out a blade. I ran my finger over its smooth surface, then dragged it against my wrist. I exhaled, as the thick, red, liquid, trickled down my arm, a sharp stinging sensation on the new cut. Tomorrow, this will be all dried up, then I will go and make another one...

A/N

HEY DIAMONDS! WHAT DO YOU THINK? PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT! TELL ME YOUR OPINION! :) :P THIS CHAPTER WAS WRITTEN BY THE ORIGINAL WRITER (Eren_Swaeger_) AND EDITED BY ME. SO... UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LITTLE DIAMONDS. :)

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THIS IS RUBY SIGNING OFF! :P