Bobcat

Jordan the Menace

Delia's POV:

I was in the car with Dylan. We were going to pick up another one of my friends before making our way to the McDonald's next to campus.  He had been quiet most of the time, sitting on his phone or looking out the window. I hadn't told him that it was Jordan that we were picking up, but he would know soon enough. They had already been introduced. Jordan was over at our house all the time anyway.

I pulled up in front of the campus dorms, quickly texting her that we were here. She responded quickly that she was coming. I glanced over at Dylan slowly. My eyes met his. I wasn't sure how long he had been staring at me. He opened his mouth as if to say something before closing it quickly. He looked away as Jordan came skipping down the stairs in her high top vans, trying to replace the batteries in one of her cochlear devices as she walked. Let's just say she was really bad it. 

"God. Delia. Why does college suck so hard? I just got halfway through an essay for Comp 403 before I gave up on my whole life," she announced with her slight skew of speech, sliding into the backseat. Her eyes had grown wide as she spoke, not paying any attention to Dylan. Her face was just as expressive as her hand movements. She buckled in before leaning forward slightly, her chin resting against my shoulder with a grin.

"So anyway!" she said almost over happily. She slowly glanced at Dylan with a raised eye brow, her hand still pressed against my arm. "Delia. Whys is weeb two-point-oh in the car? I thought we were going to McDonald's." I couldn't help but smile and roll my eyes as I reached my hand back,  pushing her back into her seat. Dylan smirked slight as he glanced out the window. It was like he knew he would have to have a come back next time. 

"Jordan. It's just Dylan. No big deal," I said rolling my eyes as I pulled out of the campus housing turn. She furrowed her brows for a second. I let her know what was going on and why we were really going to McDonald's.

"No," she whispered. "What a fucking bitch! Am I allowed to fight her because I want to. Let me decapitate her. Thanks." I heard Dylan choke on his own spit as I pulled into the McDonald's parking lot. She said exactly what she meant all the time. I was sure that Dylan would appreciate it. He sat smirking in his own seat as I parked the car. Nova was already standing outside her own car.

"Jordan, fair warning. I plan on beating the shit out of her if she tries anything." Jordan's jaw tightened slightly as she looked at the bubblegum headed small girl leaning against her car. "We're going to get a food from McDonald's. What do you want, Dylan?" He stared at Nova for a second before he mumbled his order, getting out of the car. I glanced back at Jordan and we both got out of the car and headed inside. I glanced over my shoulder as I walked into the building.

"He dated that? She's kind of ugly and the fact that they broke up makes her even uglier. She probably deserved it. He's always been such a cool well rounded kid as far as I can remember. She didn't deserve him." I shrugged as Jordan spoke before ordering all the food, taking the two large cups from the cashier. I filled mine with Dr Pepper as I watched Dylan and Nova out the window. He already had a full bag of things in his hand and another sitting on the back of the car. I frowned deeply as I waited for our order.

Nova sat against her car and their lips were moving quickly. Dylan pushed his fingers through his hair as he set his other hand on his hip. He had just made a casually movement that Cole made all the time. If it weren't for what was going on, I probably would have smiled. He looked down at his feet as the cashier called out our order. Jordan quickly took it before walking outside. I following her. I could hear Nova from across the parking lot.

"The baby was real, Dylan! And you just let her beat the shit out of me?! You just stood there! I thought you loved me!" She started to raise her hand slightly. I was about ready to throw my drink and go after her when I felt a bag of food being shoved in my arms along with Dylan's drink. Oh god. Jordan.