We're Pretty Messed Up[On Hold Till Further Notice]

Chapter Six

Friday approached quicker than I thought. I hadn't heard from Cole since the whole smoking fiasco which I was thankful for but it made me nervous. Where was he? I hope he shows up for the trip, I have so much in store for him.

Oh yeah and my gym grade. Totally didn't forget that.

I lugged my duffle bag with all my essentials over my shoulder and stepped foot into our school yard. The seniors were lining up in the parking lot to aboard the bus already, I was late but happily munching on a breakfast bar. Score!

I heard footsteps behind me but before I could turn to investigate, my vision was blocked by a pair of hands. I heard giggling and I knew immediately who my culprit was.

"Jordan you little prick."

The hands around my eyes fell and I started laughing at the stunned look on Avery's face.

"Does Jordan laugh like that too or was that just to throw me off?" She asks in between laughs.

"A bit of both to be honest, I'm glad it was you though, I would be freaked out if Jordan had as soft hands as you." I say with a big grin. She smiles to the ground and tucks a piece of her gorgeous dark brown hair causing me to swoon.

"Can I sit with you guys in the bus?" She says unsurely.

"Do you even have to ask these things anymore, we're friends right?" I bump her with my hip and her tiny figure ended up moving further than intended. Her jaw dropped and was then replaced with a smirk once she recovered. Avery attacks my sides, moving her fingers along it and I cussed in between the laughter at how ticklish it felt.

"You're dead meat Avery, sleep with one eye opened tonight!" I threaten but it comes across as a big joke.

"Wow so I see you've used more of that black magic to get a new friend." That voice sent chills down my spine. I won't let it get to me anymore. The rest of the trip is going to be like this anyway.

"Wow I make a new friend and your face hasn't been shoved down some skanks throat yet, must be Opposite Day."

"Oh burn!" Avery says excitedly and my face flushed. She's picking these lame moments up from Jordan. Although it warmed my heart to see that she was on my side. Cole scoffs at her remark and walks away.

"Kids! We're late get on the damn bus!" Mr Stroker's face had turned this shade of red and there were beads of sweat dripping down his face. It was odd for him to say the word "damn" the man was always jolly and optimistic.

Avery and I quickly picked up our luggage and made our way to the bus. Where was Jordan? I swear if he bailed I will kill him.

The rest of the seniors were already scurrying for a good seat on the bus. Let's be honest there were no good seats it's the people you end up sitting next to. It was a 15 minute drive but I'm pretty sure the people at the back of the bus can do what they wanted to do in less than 15 minutes if you catch my drift.

Avery followed closely behind me as we made it down the isle. We both stopped and burst out laughing at the scene in front of us.

"Dude you can't take up three seats! Fuck off somewhere else." There were three hipsters and then there was Jordan. Jordan was lounged across all three seats with his hand supporting his head.

"But Jack, I want you to paint me like one of your French girls." Jordan says to the three hipsters who stare at him completely shocked. Jordan took it further by fluttering his eyelashes in his 'sexy' position. The three guys slung their luggage back onto their shoulders and moved to find new seats. Ladies and gentlemen, Jordan Lee at his finest. This is why we don't have more friends. There is only a handful of people that can deal with how weird we get.