Jordyn
[December 5th]"Jordyn, Jordyn, Jordyn!"
Sighing deeply, Jordyn looked up from her book, "Yes, Maggie?"
Maggie, Jordyn's long-time and only friend, looked excited. Her happy bouncing made her ponytail swish rhythmically behind her head.
"Guess what?"
Jordyn shrugged, "I don't know."
Maggie groaned, "You're no fun. So, I was just talking with Ashely, and she said that Carter Cameron was throwing a huge Christmas party—"
"What?"
"—and that every senior is invited. Every senior! How crazy amazing is that?"
Crazy, yes, but amazing? Jordyn shook her head.
She had no doubt in her mind that Carter was only throwing the party to find her. He was looking for her.
And Jordyn didn't want to be found.
It was hard enough seeing him in the hallways every day, Jordyn was sure she wouldn't be able to face him in person.
"Look!" Maggie squeezed Jordyn's arm so tight it hurt.
Jordyn looked up and all the blood drained from her face.
Carter was walking into the library, where Jordyn and Maggie spent their mornings, with a group of his friends. He was handing out invitations, an odd thing since nowadays he could just send out a text to everyone, to every senior he came across. Jordyn knew it was only a matter of time before he made his way over to her and Maggie.
Jordyn jumped up, threw her book in her bag, and grabbed Maggie to rush her out of the library. Maggie, confused, put a fight.
"Hey, wait, what are you—"
"Hush! Let's just go." Hissed Jordyn, urging her friend to hurry up.
She didn't expect her to understand. Jordyn hadn't told anyone about her encounters with Carter. She wasn't sure how to. She had planned to just ignore him until graduation, when he'd be out of her life for good.
All Jordyn wanted to focus on was college and her family.
They had almost made it to the door before Carter caught them. Jordyn hid herself behind the curtain of her hair, and tried to stay behind Maggie.
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Mistletoe Kiss
Short StoryJordyn and Carter live in two completely different worlds. But their worlds start to collide through three separate Christmas Eves, and nothing will ever be the same for either of them.