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(Jordan - third person)

•"How could you Jordan! How could you! I thought you were different."•

About a month after what became known between the pair as "Ferris wheel day", Jordan and Rose where at the 02 academy in Brixton waiting to see vampire weekend. They had travelled all the way down from Cambridge and Jordan was excited to introduce Rose to the type of music he liked; she was more into pop-punk stuff.

While they waited for the set, Rose and Jordan were chatting, both  wearing matching t-shirts they had bought from the merch stand. As they talked, Jordan suddenly spotted something (or someone) from the corner of his eye - and she was coming their way. Oh no. It was his ex Camilla. What the hell was she doing here? They had met in Canada! Rose seemed to notice as Jordan's eyes locked onto the approaching girl. "Who..." She began to ask, but Jordan cut her off.
"Rose I'm sorry." He said, a pit of worry beginning to form in his stomach. He knew he was ready to tell her everything: the relationship, the cheating, the lies, the messy break up, the pain, but he decided against it at the last second."I have know idea who this girl is."
"She looks like she's coming this way Jords. Do you know her?"
"Umm... No. Let me talk to her."

Before Rose could say anymore, Jordan made a bee-line for Camilla. She had already ruined so much for him, he wasn't going to let her ruin this relationship. It was too precious to lose. Then he was before her - the first girl who broke his heart. Camilla had used him, she was brutal.

"Hiiiiii Jordan, missed me?" She purred.
"Go away Camilla. Look. I don't know what your doing here, but I'm kinda on a date so.."
"Ooh! Get you. Well so am I." Camilla stated boastfully. "But, he's not really interested."
"Oh. Poor you." Jordan interjected sarcastically.
"Yes. Poor, poor me. Look, I need you to help me out. You know, make him a little more interested. Cause, the thing is, this guy needs to see how 'desirable' I am. So..."

And then she was kissing him. Her hot, sweaty face pressed close to his, smothering him. Seconds seem to last for hours, as Jordan struggled against her. Eventually, he pulled away violently.

"What the hell was..." He trailed off, remembering Rose.
Rose. Oh shit.
He turned cautiously to face her. Their eyes met.

"How could you Jordan! How could you! I thought you were different. I thought, I thought you were special. I thought..... I thought you loved me." Rose yelled.
With one final, pitying glance at Jordan, she turned and fled.

Jordan turned back to Camilla, an angry smirk escaping his lips. "Fuck you." He said coolly, as he turned away bitterly and broke into a run, following Rose. He never looked back at Camilla. Not once. He HATED her now, more than he ever thought possible.
" No Rose!! I didn't kiss her!" Jordan shouted to the distant shilouette of the running girl, but she was gone.

(Rose - third person)

Rose's heart missed a beat. Not in the good way. It was like her lungs had been ripped out of her chest, suffocating her. She couldn't breath, and was drowning in the sorrow. Her eyes started to well up. As their lips parted, she felt one tiny tear trickle down her cheek.

"How could you Jordan! How could you! I thought you were different. I thought, I thought you were special. I thought..... I thought you loved me."

And with one final look at Jordan, she bolted through the crowd and outside the arena, sobbing.
As Rose ran she heard a voice call after her,
" No Rose!! I didn't kiss her!"
It was Jordan. She saw him kissing that girl. There was no doubt about it. How could he lie to her so blatantly after doing something like that?
She ignored Jordan and continued to flee as he sprinted after her.

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Once out of the arena, Jordan was frantically looking for Rose.
"ROSE! WHERE ARE YOU! I DO NOT LOVE HER AND NEVER WILL!" he shouted, getting weird looks from others around. He searched everywhere, the shops, the bus stop, even the corners of buildings, but she was no where to be seen.
Just as he thought that she'd disappeared, he heard a familiar voice, calling out, in distressed tone.
"How could you Jordan. Just why?"
It was Rose, curled up in a ball, leaning against a letter box like a homeless person.
He looked at her straight in the eyes.
"Rose. I swear. I did not kiss her back. I fucking hate that bitch. Please. Forgive me. I... Love you."
He reached out his hand, to help her off the floor, and she reluctantly used his help. For a split-second Jordan thought he had been forgiven, but then..
Slap.
She hit him clean across the cheek. (oh you weren't not expecting that haha)
"I can't trust you anymore Jordan. I'm fragile, people have to treat me with care.. Don't talk to me again."
"Oowww. That hurt."
"Bye Jordan."
She turned swiftly, and walked.
"No Rose wait!" He grabbed Rose's shoulder, pulling back on the flannel shirt she was wearing over her t-shirt, in an attempt to stop her.
"Don't touch me! Get away from me! I don't want to see you again!" Rose yelled. She struggled against Jordan, eventually coming free from the shirt he was gripping, and sprinting off without it.
She was gone once more.
Jordan was left, standing alone in the dark street with Rose's flannel shirt lying limp in his two hands. He gripped it tight and pulled it in close to his chest, he already missed her.