Six Years After The Bet

20. Jordan

I rub my eyes as I wake up from the nap I just had. I didn't sleep at all last night because I was too busy thinking about Abby. Yesterday was good and bad at the same time. I finally got to kiss her and she kissed me back. The kiss was so perfect, but she still ended up leaving. I could see it in her eyes that she still loves me. She loves me more than Shawn, I know it. None of that matters though. She's gone and she's made her mind up. I'm in her past and that's where she wants to keep me.

My chest aches at the thought that I have to spend a life without her. My eyes begin to water and I grab my headphones, putting them in to take my mind off of her.

Ryan turns around and looks at me, silently asking me if I'm okay. I nod my head and slump down in the seat, crossing my arms over my chest. They've been extra careful not to say anything wrong or offensive towards me because they know I'm in a fragile state right now. Even Troy hasn't made a joke, yet.

After Abby left, we all decided the trip was pointless because no one wanted to be there anymore. Jake and Alyssa planned the trip for Abby basically and she left. I was going to leave whether they wanted to or not. My phone vibrates and I look down, hoping it's a message from Abby, but of course, it isn't. It's from Charity. She's talking about some commercial I've been offered to do, but I don't really care about any of that right.

Ryan pulls my headphones out of my ear and I glare at him. Why the hell did he just do that? "What?" I snap.

"Troy has something he wants to tell us." He says, turning back around.

I turn my attention towards Troy, wondering what he could possibly have to tell us that's so important. Most of the shit that comes out of Troy's mouth is, well, shit.

"Guys, don't judge me okay?" He raises his eyebrows, wanting us to agree to not judging him.

"You judge everybody else." I deadpan.

"Jordan, I know you're depressed and all, but don't be a dick right now." He sighs, frustrated.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes.

He takes a deep breath, "Me and Alyssa are a thing now."

If I wasn't so depressed and what not over my own situation, my eyes would be popping out of my head right now. This just proves how much of a dick Troy really is. I look at Ryan to see that he's giving Troy a disappointed look.

Troy takes a glance at him, rolling his eyes. "Don't give me that look, Ryan. They dating like six years ago."

"Who's to say that they don't still like each other?" He questions.

"Well, it's pretty obvious that she doesn't like him anymore." He puts on his turning signal, switching lanes.

I begin to laugh, finding this situation quite funny. He looks in the rear view mirror, a confused look on his face.

"What's so funny?" He asks, sounding slightly mad.

"This almost reminds me of the Stephen situation, except this is supposed to be your best friend." I laugh, being an asshole.

"I don't fucking need permission to date someone I genuinely like. They're not even together, so this is nothing like the 'Stephen situation'." He yells, the vein in his forehead starting to show.

"Guys, cool it." Ryan says.

"No, how come Troy gets to be the only one who can be honest. He's an asshole and he needs to know that. You don't need permission to date anyone, but for fuck sakes, Troy, this is your best friend's ex girlfriend. Maybe he still likes her. Plus, he's going through all this shit right now. You think he wants to deal with this! You only think about yourself, you selfish prick!" I yell at him.