Playing With Fire << Punk z.m

Chapter 2

Hello! Hope you guys liked the first chapter! Here's the second for you, hope you all like it.:) -Bri

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"Jordyn!" She runs over to me, arms open and face happy.

"Get off me, you're pathetic! You think that after all you did to me you can just pretend nothing happened and go on with things? Well you're really using your imagination because I'm never going to forgive you for what you did to me, you ruined my life!" I screamed in pure anger, tears brimming my eyes as I used every breath shouting at her, hoping she realized what she did could never be forgiven.

The door opened again and Liam stood in front of it. "I'm sorry, I forgot my phone. Hey is everything okay?" He walks slowly back towards the door after grabbing his phone off my nightstand.

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks." I felt kind of bad because I was being rude, but I was still pissed about Kaitlyn.

"Are you sure? I kind of heard what you yelled... Do you wanna come stay with me for the night, maybe sort this out tomorrow? I think that sounds best?" He nervously watched me.

"Yes, that sounds great, thank you." I grabbed my phone and shoved a change of clothes for tomorrow in a bag, and walk past Liam through the door. I hear it close behind him as he rushes to follow me down the hall and to the stairs.

"Are you sure you're okay? Do you want to talk?"

"I'm fine." I blankly reply as I walk faster down the stairs, practically running.

"Hey," He grabs my arm and turns me towards him. "Talk to me."

"Can we please just talk when we get back to your dorm? Please, I'm tired of fighting."

"Okay."

I followed Liam towards the fraternity down the road, and we squeezed through the packed house. We walked upstairs and he lead me down two crowded halls before stopping in front of a door. He knocked twice before he opened the door and walked in, I followed, and he locked the door behind us.

The covers on his bed were messily pushed to the side, and the pillows were pushed against the head board.

"You can put your stuff here." He turned to the small desk beside the bed, pushing everything back to clear a spot.

"Thanks." I suddenly felt awkward as I carefully set my bag down on the desk, glancing at everything else on it.

"So, come talk to me." He pat the bed next to him, and I sat down with him.

"What do you want to know?" I quietly asked him. My mind was swimming right now, all I wanted to do was sleep, not explain my terrible life to some guy I barely know.

"Why do you hate your roommate so much, why'd you say all that stuff?"

"There's a lot behind it actually, we don't exactly have the best past. I was just telling her how I feel after all these years."

"How did you guys meet?"

"She's my sister."

"What? I would've never guessed, you look nothing alike, and I can see by looking at you guys you're completely different."

"And I am thankful for that, I hate her with all my life, I never want to see her again. I thought I was done with that pathetic bitch."

"Now that can't be true, you guys both seem so nice, what could she possibly be capable of?"

*Flashback*

"Mom!" Kailyn screamed as her tears rolled down her cheeks. She threw the knife down by my feet as my mother came running out back. Charlie, the rebel down the street disappeared into the bushes, probably watching as his little scheme played out, this was his fault.