One Way Out

~Chapter 8~

"What, what? What? What,what?"

"Get out of my face Marie. You can't sing either." Jordan laughs.

"You're just jealous", dragging out her last word.

Marie, Jordan, and I sit at our usual lunch table. I haven't been here lately. Mr. Vince and couple of other teachers have me stay to finish work I'm not doing. Every night for the past week, I've been out drinking. And making money.

"You in?"

Huh?

"Hellooo? Earth to Ana! You coming to the fair this week with us or not?"

I'm stuck in a daze for some reason. Today seems off. Something's gonna happen. You could say it's ,"women intuition."

"Yea sure." Joran hugs my shoulders. I haven't told them or him about Cole's arrival. Surely it would be a shock.

Jordan kisses my forehead. "It'll be fun. You okay?"

"Yea, just thirsty." He simply nods at me and stands up to walk away.

Smack!

"What the hell Marie?!" I look at her displeased. She's such an arse.

"Don't hell Marie me! Give me the details on why you've gone MIA!"

I give up.

I tell her everything. From when and how Jordan asked me to be his girlfriend, to Cole being in my house. Marie's expression stayed constant throughout my explanation of it all.

All she said was,"What are you going to do about it?"

What was I? Leaving Jordan would hurt him emotionally and hurt me consciously. I don't know how long I'll be able to deny the predicament I'm in.

Smack!

"KEEP DOING THAT MARIE, I SWEAR!"

I strain my voice. A few tables look over at me.

"You're not gonna do anything so keep swearing. Get your head straight." She turns her head away from me. Jordan starts walking back with an open Cola in his hands until-

"What the fuck dude?!" Cola drenches Jordan's blue collar shirt. "Sorry." The boy speaks maliciously. Jordan's face turns rouge and his fist ball up. I jump in as quickly as my legs would let me. "Hey, hey calm down." He attempts to step around me but stand ground. "Come. We'll clean you up."

I stand outside the teacher's lounge blotting the stain on his shirt with a rag.

"Why are you always looking for a fight?" I look up at him as he looks down on me. He gently kisses my lips.

We remain silent for moment. The stain isn't budging.

"Who was that guy?" He looks at me. Then looks toward the door. Back at me. "Justin."

I process the name. But no memories occur to me. "Remember the boy I fought a couple weeks ago? His friend. All them fuckers hate me now."

"I don't." The stain looks done for. Its now a wet mark on his shirt. A big, noticeable mark. I'm about go inside the lounge when he starts stripping! The boy is taking off his shirt! "What are you doing?!" He gets his arm out the last sleeve. "What does it look like?"

It looks like you need to put your shirt back on.

"I'm not gonna walk around with this wet spot on me." He takes my arm and drags me into the teacher's lounge. No one is in here. It's just me and him.

I lean across the counter to see if there's a lost and found box or something he can put on. All I see is a couch, bar counter and desk and papers. Teachers are lucky. I go to check another desk until he grabs me.

"What's the rush Ana?" His arms are around my waist. "I want you dressed Jordan."

"What if I don't wanna?" He pushes me towards the couch. "Stop." Disobeying me, he continues. As we get closer, the temperature increases. He lays me on my back, hovering over me. "It's hot. Can you get off of me?"

"Let's take this off."

Suddenly, I'm left in a bra. My skin was bare against his chiseled chest.

"Just go with it Ana", he whispered against my neck.

He slowly begins to grind against me. He kisses me everywhere. My lips, my cheek, my neck. "I want you Ana."

"Jordan, stop, get off of me, now."

"Why?"

"We'll get in trouble."

"I don't care."

"We both do." He eases off of me.

e slowly. As quickly as I can, I put on my shirt. Next, I throw his shirt at him. I sit back on the couch to relax myself for a minute. Jordan sits beside me. "I'm sorry." I look at him, then back at my feet. "Let's go, we can't stay any longer."

My school day has come to a conclusion. Jordan has been avoiding me after what happened earlier. He'll come back, they always do.

I start to walk out the building. Last period is study hall so I wait outside a little before.?I review for a quiz to past the time.

"In rhombus ABCD, the diagonals and intersect at E. If AE = 5 and BE = 12, what is the length of -"

"Need help?" I look up to see Cole.

"No but, you do simple geometry?"

"Math is math. Slide over." I slide over handing him my handouts. He eyes my paper confusingly. He rotates the paper multiple times before handing it back to me. I laugh. "You're 18 and can't do simple 10th grade math?"

"Don't judge me, I've never finished highschool."

Never finished highschool. So he's suppose to be a senior? Or graduated this year?

"I dropped out after 9th grade." So

I have an education higher than him. Interesting.

"I may not have have book smarts, but I do have street smarts. My street smarts is telling me that you should go to the club with me tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow is Thursday."

"It's a date. See you then." He throws a pencil at my leg and walks away. Students pour out of the doorways filling the courtyard. I guess it's a date.