Jordan's POV October 17th
This week has been a pain in the ass. And it's not the usual test and homework that's bothering me. It's Ericka.
I flinch at the thought of her name, the sound of her voice when she called me out of the blue to break up with me played through my head for the millionth time in the past four days. I've had to spend each of those days sitting next to her on guitar. I cannot describe how painfully awkward it was. She can't even look me in the eyes without coming to the verge of tears. Why is she trying to keep herself from crying, when I'm the one supposed to be hurt? She broke up with me. I should be the hurt one here. Oh Ericka, you still manage to surprise me.
As practice came to a close, I noticed Kenzie following me out of the corner of my eye. Right before entering the school, I abruptly turned around, stopping Kenzie in her tracks.
"What?" I scowled. "I really don't want to deal with you right now, Kenzie." my tone concerned Kenzie, because the first thing she did was touch my shoulder. I loosened up, sighing. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you." I apologized. Never in a million years did I imagine my walls coming down for Kenzie. She smiled at me, removing her hand from my shoulder.
"It's fine. I heard Ericka abruptly broke up with you. You're hurt, I can see that." she sighed, looking me right in the eye. I feel like she's pitying me. "I told you, she hurts people. She puts herself first before everybody else, and she deceived you." she lectured me. I feel as if this is a long way to say 'I told you so', shich I would much rather hear right now. "It's okay to feel hurt, Jordan. But you should get yourself out there! Show her that she was just a minor setback." I squinted at her, crossing my arms. Ericka wasn't a setback. Kenzie's entire speech is making me suspicious. "So, if you want, maybe we could get pizza later?" Kenzie turned away, she thinks I'm going to reject her once again. I sighed, uncrossing my arms and shrugging.
"Okay, fine. I'll go for pizza." the moment those words slipped past my lips, Kenzie looked back up and squealed. "Don't get yourself all worked up. We're only going as friends." I said, putting a emphasis on friends. Kenzie nodded, smiling as if I told her I'd give her a million dollars.
"That's good enough!" she said, begining to walk into the girls locker room. "Pick me up at eight, you know where I live!" she said.
"No I don't, Kenzie!" I called after her. Kenzie turned around sharply, and smiled.
"205 Plains Drive." she informed me, before turning the corner. I sighed, remembering her address. That's when it donned me that Ericka lived only seven house down, and I'd have to drive past her place. Groaning, I walked into the locker room.
Ericka's POV
"I fucking suck, okay?" I cried, burying my face into Lorraine's pillow. "I'm pathetic. Iliteraly just threw him to her." I felt a Skittle land on my back. Looking up, Lorraine offered a warm smile, and the rest of the Skittles in the bag. I was quick to grabbing the bag of Skittles, pouring a generous amount into my mouth.
"For the first time in fifteen years, I'm seeing my best friend cry." Lorraine spoke. "And no, Les Miserables does NOT count. That movie was way too sad to not cry. But what shocks me is that... It's because of Jordan."
"No, it's not Jordan. He can't hurt me." I told her, defending Jordan. "It's Kenzie, who else would walk into my house and blackmail me to break up with Jordan." the moment the truth came out, Lorraine's expression grew furious. There was fire in her eyes, she wants to rip Kenzie apart. And honestly, I wouldn't stop her.
"I swear, next time I see her, I'll give her a piece of my mind." she threatened. I laughed, wiping away a tear that had just fallen.
"Please, and when you do, invite me to watch." I spoke, chuckling and wiping the lone tear falling from my left eye off my cheek. Somedays, only Lorraine had to power to cheer me up. Somethings my mom wouldn't ever understand, and my dad doesn't understand this stuff. They barely understand my waking up from nightmares or my anxiety. They didn't have to go through what I did, I don't expect them to ever understand. Lorraine, however, tries harder to understand my mental state, and this is why I can't live life without her.
"Don't worry, I'll seat you in the front row to watch me rip out her hair." she teased, tossing a Skittle at me. I easily caught it in my mouth. Lorraine rolled her eyes at me. "Geez, how do you catch them so flawlessly?" she asked, gesturing for me to toss her one. I did so, and it hit her in the eye as usual.
"Because I move for it." I giggled. Lorraine scoffed, turning around to face the computer.
"I think you need better aim." she suggested.
"You need better catching skills." I retorted, tossing one in the air for myself. I easily caught it. Lorraine mimicked me, and hit herself in the nose. The Skittle then rolled down her shirt.
"I swear, my boobs catch more Skittles than I do.." she said sarcastically. I laughed at her as she tried to find the Skittle that rolled down her shirt. "You know what we need to do? We need to plan revenge on Kenzie." she suggested. "Like, you put some snakes in her tennis bag or whatever."
"Snakes in her bag? That's just immature." I replied. "But we can work on a better, fool proof plan." I spoke, unsure if revenge was worth it. No, I'm not into the idea of revenge. It makes me feel like I'm on the same level as the person who did me wrong. Lorraine can do all the vengance she wants, but I think I'll just stay on the side lines.
I guess, even if it means having to watch Kenzie get all up in Jordan's face and be able to do nothing about it.
Okay I am so sorry for not updating as much. It's been a month and that's literally so unfair. I have literally no excuse for the delay. The chapter is short, it's really just Kenzie getting into Jordan's heart I guess and what Lorraine thinks about Kenzie. Enjoy! Thanks for reading and being patient with me c: I'll update soon, promise!
