Game On

Chapter Thirty-One

Hello there! It's Grace here - a Wattpad author that you haven't heard from in nearly five years. Sorry about that one. A lot has changed since the last time I updated this book. I finished high school (thank fuck), started university (help) and began my early twenties (again, help). One thing that hasn't changed is my love of writing. So, after checking my Wattpad comments this afternoon due to a severe case of procrastination, I have decided to continue this story. All of you have been very persuasive in urging me to 'update' (some of you more than others) and I appreciate the continued support despite me being AWOL for a long, long time. Anyway, that's enough from me. I'll talk to you all in the comments. For now, enjoy spending some long-awaited time with Alex, Jordan, Ruby and Spencer. They've missed you as much as I have x

(Attached: Jordan Reid's Campsite Aesthetic)

JORDAN'S POV

Jesus Christ, what conditioner does this boy use? I mean if it was Palmolive, I would know about it. My hair feels like literal straw compared to this shit, probably as a result of my pink, purple and blue-dyed hair at age fourteen. Alex's on the other hand, feels like butter in my fingers. 

My fingers. Mine. Against my better instincts, I'm touching his hair. I'm touching him. Carter's eyes remain fixed on the road in front as Sarah, Ruby and Spencer sleep soundly on the back seat. I'm not sure whose playlist is playing - it would probably be Ruby's if I had to guess - but a soft, female voice hums in the background. I don't want this moment to end. I don't want the others to wake up. And I definitely don't want Alex Carter to open his mouth and say someone ludicrously stupid. After all, I know all too well that he more than anyone would find a way to ruin this for me. 

Peering over my left shoulder, careful to maintain my gentle twirling of his curly strands, my gaze falls upon the sight of Ruby's head on Spencers. 

"You're going to wake up so embarrassed queen," I murmur, the corner's of my mouth pulling up into a small smile. 

She is going to hate herself for falling asleep in that position. If my memory serves correctly, Ruby used to refer to Spencer her 'best friend's gross idiot brother.' We hadn't had the chance to discuss the camping trip, but I'm sure that she would've been just as unenthused as I was at the prospect. 

"What did you say?" Carter asked suddenly, a peculiar roughness lacing his otherwise light tone. 

I turned to him, eyebrows furrowed. His cheeks were pink, his green eyes hazy. Was he tired? 

"Nothing. Also, if you need I can drive. You seem sleepy," I offered. 

Carter shook his head and cleared his throat. "No, I'm good. Sorry, it's just that -" 

Oh god, he's gesturing to his hair. My hands in his hair. Instinctively, my hand retracts from his head and buries itself into my lap. A painfully awkward giggle falls from my lips, totally ruining any facade of uncaring coolness I had accumulated. 

Carter started again, more force in his voice this time. "I didn't mean that you had to stop. I just, um, I'm used to falling asleep to the feeling." 

Great. The guy has numerous bitches with their fingers in his hair. What a fool I had been to think that I was the only one. And he's used to falling asleep to them doing so? What the hell was I supposed to say to that? 

Apparently, absolutely nothing. We sat for the remaining hour in a very, very uncomfortable silence.