The New Girl

Afraid

Arriving at the house I see it's vacant and surrounded by police tape. I heard her parents have gone to be with family in Ohio.

Sneaking round the back I hear a few twigs snap behind me. Have I got caught? Sharply I'm turned around and pushed back against the wall, a hand covering my mouth. "It's just me." Jordan says in a hushed tone before removing his hand.

"What the hell." I snap. "Why are you here?"

"I told you I wanted to come." He says.

"I told you not to come and that we were done."

"You're scared-"

"I told you on the first day we met that I'm not scared of anything." I hiss, cutting him off.

"You're scared of being hurt so you push people away. You're pushing me away because you're afraid I'm going to do something to hurt you."

"I don't have time for this." I snap.

"Then we'll talk about it later." Jordan says. "How do you intend on getting up there?" He asks, pointing to the only open window a floor up.

"I always find a way." I retort. "Until then you need you go."

"I'm helping you, even if it is just as what ever I am to you."

"You're a jock to me." I snap. "You don't think I can do this alone, do you?"

"Cut the feminist shit." He says. "I know you can do this, I know you can do friggin anything if you want to I just want to help."

I climb up on to the large dumpster out back and look up at the window still about five feet away. "Give me a boost then." I order.

"Once you're up how would I get up?" He asks.

"You wouldn't, you'd go back to school." I answer, crossing my arms.

"Get down." He orders. "A perk of being a jock is that you're athletic."

"I don't want your help."

Jordan scowls before pulling me off the dumpster before retreating about seven feet. He runs up, jumps on to the dumpster, thrusts a foot against the wall and latches his right hand to the inside of the windowsill before joining his hand with his left. With a small struggle he pulls himself up and into the house before looking out the window at me. "Just like gym." He laughs.

"Now how do I get up genius?" I question him.

"You don't." He retorts.

"You're just a jock Jordan, I'm the brains of this operation."

"I'll let you up." He says. "If you admit it."

"Admit what?" I question.

"Admit that you're afraid I'll do something to hurt you, admit whatever it is that's holding you back from us."

"Did it ever occur to you that I just may not like you?" I question.

"You kissed me last night."

"I'd had a drink."

"It wasn't a drunk kiss, it was a powerful kiss."

"Fucking let me up!" I shout at him.

"Not until-"

"Fine!" I yell. "You want to hear me say that I'm afraid? Well I freaking am Jordan! You already know I am so why do you have to hear me say it! You're a jock for Christ sake the only thing you know is how to be a douche, cruel and play football!"

Without saying a word he hangs out the window, stretching his hand down for me.