How To Be A Girl: The Beginning

Chapter 3

Jordan

"What was his name?" I asked curiously. We were at my house and I was baking cookies for them.

"Lucas Reed. The guy you bumped into at lunch." Grace managed to say, somehow I felt hurt.

"Oh so that's why he had a bruised lip." Cameron muttered under his breath. I took the cookies out the oven let them cool.

"Now that that's cleared up, how did I end up in the hospital guys?" I don't remember that either. They just shrugged and continued munching on my delicious cookies.

I needed to confront Lucas. He was sitting on a bench and had earphones plugged in his ears.

*poke*

*poke*

*poke*

Finally he turned around.

"Uh H-hey Jordy." He scratched the back of his neck in pure nervousness and looked everywhere -up, down, left, right, but he didn't look at me.

"Don't call me that." I glared at him, remembering what happened.

"So how's it going?" He asked, still not looking at me.

"The night you dumped me, I ran and a car hit me. I woke up in the hospital not remembering my own mother and even my life. Two days later you make me fall on my butt and I faint after you leave. Then I remember every single thing you said, did, and thought. So how 'bout you?" I smiled sarcastically and waited for his response.

Nada. Nothing. Not a single word came out from him. So I decided to make him feel the guilt even more.

"You didn't even run after me. You didn't check if I was doing okay because of what you did to me. You didn't.

He sat there, speechless.

"I didn't know Jordan. I'm sorry." He looked down.

"Yeah sorry, that's what you're good at." Then I punched him and left.

"Ow." He managed to say ten seconds after.

Lucas

It was so stupid of me not to go after her. Of course some movie cliché would happen after the guy dumps the girl. She had amnesia then recovered her memory. I still find it hard to believe, but I guess that it just happened. She punched me again, it makes me even miss her more. I am sorry, I really am Jordy.

I ordered a drink from the bartender and told him to hand me the strongest one they had. I didn't care if I was moping around, and I could care less about Blythe calling me every five minutes since I got here.

I had a couple more shots, then I felt tipsy. I better get home before I do something I regret. I felt my phone vibrating again, I checked the caller ID hoping it was Jordan, but no, it had to be Blythe, again.

I put my phone on the counter and ordered more shots. Oops, wrong move. I fell asleep.

Ugh. My head hurts. I hate hangovers. As they said, alcohol tastes better going in than out(puking, I mean). Wait, why am I back at my condo? Last thing I remembered was I fell asleep in the bar.

"I see you're awake." Oh god, not her again. Blythe.