Handcuffed

Chapter 8

Alex POV (A/N: I KNOW IT'S ALEX!!!! OMG!!!!!)

I was looking under the couch in my living room for my phone. I had lost it about a week ago after a party I went to, but I remember having it when I came home because I had texted Jessica good night....now that I look back on what happened, I shudder at how I last used it.  I shake the memory out of my head and continued to look for my phone, wishing I had it so I could text Jordan. Then I realized I didn't have her number, I only gave her mine. I sighed when I remembered when I went to the hospital the other day. I got angrier when I recalled Blake being there and the fact that she was going to stay with him. She should be staying with me, not him. Then the way he looked at her, I knew she was faking it and trying to annoy me(which it did) but he wasn't faking. I knew he had feelings for her, but I had known her before him as well as having a crush on her way before the handcuff incident. It took all of my pride and courage to pull over in my car to ask her if she needed a ride, then I saw her come out of the infirmary with bruises and a messed up nose. It was heartbreaking to see her injured like that. Then later when I heard her name called up for the handcuffs I swear my face was so red and that everyone in the school could hear my heart beating since it was beating so loud and so fast. 

"Ugh, why can't I just focus on finding my phone? I can't get my mind off of her," I groaned as I fell back onto the couch. I remember the first night I stayed over, I had woken up around 1 AM and I had taken in her features as she slept. But not like in a creepy way, more like in an adoration way. He adored the way she slept with her mouth slightly open and how her face would scrunch together every so often. Then she heard me talking in my sleep, ugh that was embarrassing. But thank GOD Jordan woke me up before I could say her name, her sweet and beautiful name. Jordan, mmmm. Just thinking about it gets me all lovey-dovey.

Then I had a thought, I shot up from the couch and headed over to the house phone and dialed a number. Hearing the ringing from the phone had never made me so nervous in my life, then someone answered, "Hello?"

It was a woman, no a familiar teenager girl's voice, "Hi, umm I had this number and was wondering who it belonged to."

"Well, it belongs to me. Jessica Kendith, well actually it's my boyfriend's phone but he let me hold onto it for him."

I froze, Jessica had my phone. Which meant if Jordan tried to text me...Oh no. I had to think quick, "Well, Jessica I would like to have my phone back please because I have very important things on my phone that I wouldn't like you to look through."

"Umm, who are you? I just told you that this was my boyfriend's phone, and you're not my boyfriend."

"You're right I'm not your boyfriend, I'm your ex-boyfriend, Alex Pierce. And I would like my phone back...now," I growled into the phone.

"Alex, honey! Sweetheart! I didn't recognize your voice, and why do you want your phone back so much? Is it because you gave Jordan your number and think she texted you?" I stayed quiet, "Ugh! Why do care about her so much? She's so gross and ugly! Why want her when you could have me?!"

I heard a ding come from her phone, then I heard a scoff, "Oh look who just texted your phone," Jessica sneered.

I prayed that it wasn't who I thought it was, "I swear if you answer that text message I will end you," I growled.

"It's not important just a dumb apology from an unknown number, wait let me view it," I could hear her mumble to herself, "That bitch!"

"What does it say?!" I yelled.

"It doesn't matter, I'll take care of it." 

The line went silent with the exception of her mumbles, "Jessica I swear if you send anything that would ruin my relationship with Jordan in any fashion, you won't want to show your face at school, ever."