How Pizza Saved My Love Life

15. "Are we even still playing the game?"

Songs of the chapter:

The Beach -The NBHD.

You -The 1975

Lol excuse my music taste I'm emo af.

I wait for Jordan in the dark backyard, a few people scattering the area around me. I shift from one leg to the other, hugging myself to stay warm. It was getting chilly and the music was so loud that I could still hear from where I was standing. This was a really bad idea. I came here to forget about Joe and then, not even 2 minutes in, Joe is right in front of me. I don't know if this is bad luck or if I'm actually cursed or some shit.

I spot Jordan's car coming from the afar and I don't think before I take a few steps towards the street. When he sees me, he parks and I get in the car as fast as I can. I let out a long sigh and run a hand over my face when I was finally inside the vehicle.

I can feel his eyes on me but he does nothing else. He is still quiet when I look at him but he averts his gaze from me to the road. He drives away from the loud house without a word as I think of something to say.

"Thank you for coming to get me." I warily look at him. His expression was unreadable. He had his jaw was clenched but his eyes were cold. "What's wrong?" I ask him in a low voice.

"What makes you feel like something is wrong?" He says, his voice steady.

"You're quiet." I point out. He shrugs in response and shakes his head.

"Seriously just tell me. Is it because you had to come here and pick me up? I never asked you to, you know." I sound like a bitch to be honest but he was being difficult and I couldn't control it.

"Oh so I was just supposed to leave you there? What if something happened to you?" He keeps his eyes on the road but his hands are gripping the steering wheel a little too tight.

"It's just a party. Nothing would've happened." I argue.

"Maybe you should try to stop being so ungrateful for once. You wouldn't have lasted five minutes in that place."

I open my mouth to say something but I decide I didn't want to argue more than that. He's right though. This place wasn't for me. Parties like these weren't for me. I'm not one to have fun drinking and dancing to songs I don't even listen to. It hits me how I would actually take arguing with Jordan over a party any day. This is actually much better than staying in a stuffed house that reeks of alcohol.

"Sorry I didn't mean to come across as ungrateful. I don't want to fight right now." I apologize because it was pretty immature to act the way I did.

"It's fine." He mumbles and says nothing else. This silence is so frustrating. I want him to talk more. I hate how he is the most shielded person I have ever met. He never shows his feelings and so I'm always wondering with him. As exciting as it can be sometimes it's just maddening. I want to know what he's thinking all the time, everyday.

"Jordan." I say his name softly as he runs a hand over his face in frustration. He doesn't answer me so I try again. Still nothing.

"Tell me what's wrong.." I gently place my hand on his free one. I hold it and wait for him to react. He pulls up on the side of the road next to a little park and finally looks at me.

"You wanna know what's wrong?" His eyes burn into mine and I slowly nod.

"I was worried about you. These kinda places aren't for you and what if I didn't get there when I did? What if someone tried to hurt you? You didn't tell me you were going either. What if I hadn't stopped by your house? I wouldn't have even know you were there. You could have gotten raped or some shit." He tells me and I can't help but smile at his concern. He cares. He actually gives a shit and that makes me beyond happy.