Stuck on You

Chapter 15: Simple Lift and Fall

I woke up and sighed, remembering everything from last night. I needed to stop thinking of Hayden romantically if I was ever going to be able to continue living with him. I walked to the kitchen to find a blonde girl in one of Hayden’s shirts. She looked back at me curiously. “Who are you?” she asked. I rolled my eyes and moved to the fridge.

“I’m Jordyn… I live here. Who are you?” I asked. She gave a tight smile.

“I’m Fiona,” she introduced herself. I would’ve said ‘nice to meet you’, but that would’ve been a lie. I grabbed a cup of juice and looked away from Fiona. It made my chest hurt looking at her. I heard a door open. Fiona perked to attention as Hayden came in the kitchen. He gave her a sly half-smile. She skipped over and kissed his neck. I took a silent deep breath and looked away from them. I set my drink down and headed back to my room.

“Hey, Jordyn, how was your date with Lewis,” Hayden asked. I stopped. A sigh left my lips and I closed my eyes.

“All we did was talk about Thomas,” I said softly. I could practically feel his smugness leave him.

“Are you okay, Jo?” he asked. I stayed quiet. I walked into my room and locked the door behind me. I laid on my bed and tried not to listen to Fiona’s giggles. It only lasted a second before I heard a door open and close. Moments later there was a knock on my door. Tears ran down my face, making my eyes red and puffy. I wiped the stubborn tears away as Hayden knocked again. “Jo, open the door,” he said. I sniffled and wiped my cheeks again.

“I’m not opening the door, Hayden,” I said.

“Jordyn,” he begged. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“Go away,” I said defeated. I heard him sigh before he left. I laid down and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want to cry over Hayden.

A few hours later, there was more knocking on my door. “Luca wants us to come to practice,” Hayden said. I sighed and sat up before I went to my bathroom and washed my face. I walked over and opened my door before I turned towards my drawers. Hayden walked in and grabbed my arm.

“Hayden, stop,” I said softly. I pulled my arm away and rummaged through my drawers for some workout clothes. I grabbed a pair of Nike pros and a crop top. I sighed and turned back to Hayden. “Get out so I can get dressed,” I said.

“Jordyn, look I-”

“Stop talking, Hayden,” I snapped lowly. I was seething by this point. I made the mistake of looking into his eyes. I wasn’t sure why he looked hurt. He was the one who hurt me. I glared at him. “Hayden, out… now,” I said through clenched teeth. He gave me one last pleading look before he realized that I wouldn’t budge. He left and allowed me to get dressed. After I was ready, we drove to the warehouse. It was an awkward and silent car ride. When the truck stopped at the warehouse, Hayden turned to me.

“Jo,” he practically begged. I got out and slammed the door behind me. Once I entered the warehouse, I plastered a giant phony grin on my face. I stretched and got ready. Hayden came over just as we started pairing up. We were working more on putting together the contemporary routine. Hayden stood behind me.

As the music started, his hand went across my chest and then my stomach. It took everything in me not to flinch away from him. I covered his hands with mine and turned my head. I spun out of him and stopped. I spun back into him and brought my knee to my chest. Hayden held my wait and my thigh before I lifted my leg the rest of the way. I felt Hayden’s breath on my neck. The next part was supposed to be a lift. I couldn’t do it. I stepped out of his grip and sighed as I ran my hands up my face. Sophia stopped the music.