My Cinderella Story || e.d.

Chapter 5

Jordyn's POV

"Dylan you don't understand. I'm pretty sure I disappointed him."

"Jord. Stop thinking like that. He said he wanted to hang out."

"Ughhhhh. But the twins sa–"

"Who cares? You were 11. You're not even that bad a singer. You don't sound like a cat getting run over so."

I really hope I didn't disappoint him. But with all this negative thinking, it's just gonna keep getting worse. So maybe Dylan's right. At least we both know we have one thing in common now. I'm gonna go for it. I'm going to text him and the twins aren't going to find out and I'm not going to get rekt.

Me: Hi

Ethan: who is this?

M: Jordyn, you just gave me my phone back :)

E: oh hey

M: so, about your offer to hang out...

E: mhmm

M: When do you wanna hang?

E: I'm free whenever

M: what abt Saturday?

E: down

M: where at tho?

E: do you wanna hang at your place?

M: if the twins found out then they'd try to kill me and embarrass me at their birthday party

E: are you related?

M: they're my stepsisters... unfortunately

E: rip

M: it sucks so bad

E: well, to make your life less "sucky", we'll hang out on Saturday and we'll figure it all out last minute on Friday.

M: lol sounds good

"Ooooh what's going on over there?" Dylan looked at me.

"What?" I locked my phone.

"You're smiling from ear to ear."

"I made plans with Ethan." I whispered.

"My little Jordyn. They grow up so fast." he pretended to wipe a tear off his cheek.

Maia: you asked for it

Me: wym

Maia: we know what you did.

Me: how do you even...???

Maia: Our birthday party is going to be hell for you

Me: bring it on

I don't understand why the girls hate me so much. I'm so good to them. I need to live my own life too. They've always had something against me from the moment we met. To this day, I still don't know why.

When I got home, I found Laura sitting in my room. My clothes, my papers, everything in my room was tossed everywhere. It looked like a storm had came through and wrecked everything.

"What the fuck happened in here?" I looked around.

"You need to back off of Ethan. He belongs to the girls. Not to some young, unpopular adolescent like you."

"You did this because I made plans with a boy?" I glared at her, "First of all, social status has nothing to do with this. Second of all, it's not my fault that I'm good at something that your daughters aren't, it's not my fault they literally have nothing in common with him. Whatsoever. Third, last time I checked, Ethan is capable of making his own decisions. And fourth, Ethan isn't an item that belongs to anyone. So quit labeling him as a belonging."

"Listen here you ungrateful piece of garbage, you live under my house, it's my ru–"

"YOU WOULDN'T EVEN BE LIVING HERE IF MY FATHER DIDN'T MARRY YOU. My life would actually be great. Better than living with you. And as far as being 'trash' goes, at least I don't hoe around like your daughters do."

She slapped me, "don't you dare speak like that to me ever again. Do you understand?"

I rubbed my cheek and she walked out of my room. Laura is such a terrible mother figure. I go to Dylan's house and his mom is so nice and gracious. My dad never talked about my mom. I think it hurt him too much to even think about her. I don't even know who she is. I have no pictures with her and my dad probably disposed his pictures with her.

I laid down in my messy bed, "Baba, I know you're watching over me right now. I hope your life is 10x better up where you are. There's this new guy in my life named Ethan. Ethan Dolan. He's so nice. I've only spoken to him a few times, but we danced at homecoming, aka 'the ball', and it was so fun." I sighed, "I remember when we used to dance like that. I'm hanging out with him on Saturday. We don't exactly know what we're going to do just yet, but I hope it's something fun. Something unique, instead of doing your typical dinner and a movie type of thing." I started tearing up, "I miss you more and more everyday, Baba."

I talked to my dad a lot. Just to fill him in on my life. Four years later and it still hurts. It sucks that I can't physically talk to him. I'm scared that one day, I'm going to forget the sound of his voice. That I'm going to forget the type of person he was. His smile, the way his always nose crinkled up when he laughed, the scar he had above his eyebrow from an accident when he was younger. I'm scared I'm going to forget all the little details about him.

"You have more laundry to fold." Madison walked into my room with a basket of clothes. "Whoa. What happened in here?"

"I–"

"Guess a maid's work is just never done. Get folding Cinderella." she smirked and walked out of my room.