Fixing Me ∞ Hood

Chapter 8 - Crush

Calum's P.O.V

I know I shouldn't, but I couldn't help myself. Something about this girl, no matter what she did, intrigues me.

When I heard the front door close I walked over to it and pressed my ear against the cold wood. I'm still pissed Jordan for what she said to me. It hurt, all I was doing was trying to help. But one sentence of what she'd said keeps sticking in my mind, 'I don't like you', that really hurt.

I feel no guilt eavesdropping on their conversation due to the strange feeling of protectiveness over Jordan. Maybe the whole 'protective brother' thing is already starting to come out.

"You should feel lucky, you know?" I heard Maria snap. "You have all these people who want to help you even though they don't know you, yet you continue to be as rude and arrogant as you can!"

"I know." Jordan mumbled quietly.

"Why? Why do you do that?"

"You know why."

"No I don't because you don't tell me anything!"

"I have actually, you just don't bother to listen!" Jordan started to raise her voice. "I've told you why am I this way many times, so if you don't remember that's your fault! This just proves that you don't care as much as you say you do!"

"You should have learned by now that nobody cares for you! No matter how much you wish they did!"

Jordan became silent and I found myself really wanting to fling this door open and give Maria another piece of my mind, but then Jordan would know that I'm eavesdropping and I won't know what they're talking about. They might talk about something important, something that can give me a hint to who Jordan is.

"That's right. Not such a smart mouth now, are you? That's because you know it's true, don't you?"

"Stop it..." Jordan mumbled.

"No one could ever love a girl like you."

I clenched my fists, and put my hand on the door knob. I reminded myself that I shouldn't go out there, not yet at least.

"Can you just leave?" Jordan snapped.

"Why? Am I making you feel as worthless as you really are?"

Fuck you, Maria. My knuckles are turning white from how tightly I'm clenching my fists. Why do I feel such a need to protect Jordan?

"Please leave." Jordan begged.

"Why? Do you want me to take you with me?"

That comment alone made me turn the door knob slightly before I stopped myself. Jordan can't leave, she only just got here and I haven't even gotten to kiss her yet. Wait, what? She doesn't even like me, and I don't even know her, but I'm already thinking like this.

What am I going to do for the rest of the time while she's here, or if she leaves?

Jordan went quiet for a few seconds, thinking, which it made me nervous. My breath hitched as she took in a breath to answer the question.

"No," she spoke certainly. "I don't want to leave."

"Yes!" I whispered to myself.

"Now can you leave?" Jordan said. It was more of a statement than a question.

"I wish you luck, you're going to need it at the rate you're going."

I heard Maria take two steps away, but Jordan stopped her.