Loving You (Sequel: Friends To Lovers) (GXG)

Take Down

Jordan covered her mouth with a single hand, distraught by the sudden entrance of Emily and her friends. Her eyes darted back and forth between Anne and Emily before Jordan finally charged towards Emily with a crazed look. They all swiftly dodged her reckless attack before returning to Anne's side by the exit.

"I've tried to do everything nice and neatly, but you always have to interfere with us at the very worst times! Why can't you just go die in a ditch somewhere? You aren't needed!" Jordan choked out in a maniacal laughter. Taylor stepped forward, prepared to potentially harm Jordan, but Anne blocked her path and instead approached Jordan in a non-threatening way.

"Why don't we all just relax, huh? I'm sure we can work this out! I mean, Jordan, we are all—" Jordan kicked a lone chair towards Anne in the middle of their talk. It bounced right past her, but the action still frightened her so much that she fell to the ground as if she had been struck.

"Bullshit! I can't work this out with her! Why can't you understand that Emily doesn't truly love you? I would give my life up for you, Anne!" Jordan cried, grabbing at her shirt to strangle herself with it. Jane picked the chair up that she had thrown and examined it before tossing it back at Jordan. This time, it knocked right into Jordan's legs which caused her to collapse onto the floor. She bent over, holding tightly onto her legs as if they had been severely damaged.

"You need to shut the fuck up! Honestly! You're such a lunatic!" Jane sighed. Taylor reached out to pat her on the shoulder before leaning into Jane's ear to whisper. "Oh... I was like that last year, huh?... Hahaha..." Jane brushed on the irony of the situation and put her focus back on Jordan who was now surrounded by all four of them. She first attempted to crawl away, but seeing as that would not go well she instead spat at them all as a pathetic way to keep the group at bay. The look on her face as they closed in on her was the equivalent of a hunter becoming the hunted. She hadn't seen it coming.

"Back off! I swear to God I'll end all of you if you take one step closer! I'm warning you!" She cried out, trying to sound as intimidating as she could. Emily knelt down beside her with a blank expression before finally lifting her hand up in the air to slap her right across the face.

"You need to chill out, bitch," Emily hissed, "I don't say this often, but you are being a complete drama queen right now. If it wasn't for Anne being here right now, I would've beat the living crap out of you. Don't thin I couldn't either because I've dealt with more problems in one year than you have your whole life." Jordan sat up on the floor, wiping away beads of sweat off of her forehead. She looked like she was about to come around, but instead she pushed Emily down and ran straight for the exit to freedom.

Taylor and Rocky chased her down while Jane, Alix, and Anne stayed behind to make sure that Emily was alright. Then, they all walked out to find that Taylor had captured Jordan already and had a firm grip around her waist to keep her close.

"Why don't we all have a nice long chat, huh?" Rocky chuckled, smiling deviously at Jordan who was rather flushered and distressed by her situation.

The group went back into the room, but this time Anne barricaded the door so that no one could leave until she took down all the items that were set in front of the door. Jordan clearly wanted a way out of the small space, so she attempted to make another run for it. Each time though, she failed miserably and was eventually confided to a chair.

"Look, are we gonna talk or not? This right here is not comfortable at all." Jordan whined, gesturing her position. Jane cackled at her, bending over to stare directly at her as close to her face as possible.

"I would watch it if I were you. If you upset me or Taylor, then no one can promise that you'll be walking out of here without any sort of injuries. Got it? Good." Taylor simply laughed at Jane's remark while the rest of then could only imagine the damage that the two could inflict on a single person.

"Anyways," Rocky started, "you need to cut it out with your bullshit and leave us alone from now on, or else—"

"Or else what? You'll beat me to a pulp? Expose me? Get me expelled? What? Go on, tell me. I'm listening." Jordan remarked, adding in a bitchy undertone. Rocky grimaced, holding herself back from attacking Jordan at that very moment.

"Or else I'll spread the news that our dear star athlete is gay. By seeing how everyone else doesn't take too kindly to it, I can see that you will be screwed around with just like we are now. If you wanna have a nice rest of the year, I suggest you keep your hands to yourself and fuck off." Rocky snickered, holding up the notes that Jordan had sent to Anne and the rest of the crew. Jordan's face drained of any and all color, replacing her calm expression with a more worried and desperate one.

"You wouldn't dare!—"

"Try me. I'm sure I can convince some of my old buds to spread it around. Don't try me, Jordan!" Rocky screamed back at her. The room went silent once again until Jordan bowed her head in defeat. Soft sniffles could be heard coming from her as soon as Rocky finished talking.

"I just wanted Anne for myself! Is that so bad?" She cried. Emily moved closer to Jordan, crouching down to be at her eye level.

"Yes, it is because she already has someone who she is dating. We aren't going to break up anytime soon, so I would give up if I were you. Not only will Taylor and Jane be the ones who will make you pay, I will as well because you messed around with my girl." Emily stated sternly. Jordan slouched in her seat, nodding back at Emily slowly.

"Right... Got it... Can I go now?" She asked. Emily looked to Anne for an answer.

"Fine, but Taylor and Rocky will be escorting you back to keep an eye on you. One wrong move and you know what'll happen." Anne replied, glancing over to Taylor and Rocky.

The three left as soon as the conversation was over, leaving Jane, Emily, Anne, and Alix behind...