Not So Hopeless Romance - Temporarily On Hold

Chapter Eight-Girl...

   Casey had gone to her locker as soon as we walked into class, I had gone straight to class so I met her there. But not before spotting Jordan at the front of the classroom just finished talking to Mrs. Birch. He walked up to a desk and I walked up to him and stood beside him, arms crossed. I cleared my throat, he turned around and a smile grew on his face. Until he saw my glare.

    I said before that he had dark skin, but his eyes are darker. His hair was shorter than the last time I saw him, but I had seen some of his Instagram pics from his summer vacation. He was wearing jeans and a Walking Dead t-shirt. His shoes were purple with green splatters.

    "Woah, what's that look for?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

    "You ass," I exclaimed, jabbing him in the shoulder with my index finger. "Why did I have to find out from Casey that you've already been back for a week?"

    "Oh, well. You see," I give him a look. He sighs, but smiles. "Fine. I wanted to save myself from you and Daniel giving each other longing looks without doing anything about it for just a little bit longer."

    I opened and closed my mouth. "What are you talking about?"

    He laughed, "you know exactly what I'm talking about."

    "What, no I don't."

    "Yes you do," he sang.

    "Shut up."

    "Aww, look at your cheeks." By this time, Casey had finally shown up. "Look Case, her cheeks are red."

    "You bring up Daniel?" She asked.

    "You know it girl."

    "You know what? Fuck both of you." I said before I sat down at the nearest desk and slumping down in the chair.

    They smiled at each other, then Casey said, "do I ever."

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    All throughout class, my mind had been racing. And I was trying to catch up to every thought that popped into my head, but once I caught up to one, another one joined the race and I couldn't focus on the last one. My mind went from Daniel to last night's supper, then to Warren and then right back to Daniel. I hated it. I had a hard enough time trying to listen to what Mrs. Birch was going on about and an even harder time ignoring Jordan and Casey.

    All they did was talk about Daniel, just loud enough that I could hear. How he was doing, what he was doing, who was trying to do him. Case felt as if she had to catch Jordan up on all things Daniel. Which did not help the marathon of thoughts currently racing through my head.

    I was pretty sure that Casey and Jordan were closer, like how Dani and I are; they both joined our group at around the same time. At first, it was me, Daniel and Warren, then Casey moved had moved here with her parents. Shortly after, Warren had abruptly left the group, stopped hanging with us altogether. I remembered seeing Daniel and Warren glaring at each other in the halls . . . About two weeks - give or take - after Warren left, Jordan joined.

    The bell rang, jolting me out of my thoughts. Jordan walked up beside me, Casey walking in the opposite direction.

    "Guess what," he nudged my arm with his elbow. I glanced at him. "We," he pointed between us, "have English together." I stared at him and he placed his arm across my shoulder, pulling me out of someone's way.

    "I have English with Daniel." Stupid response Jess.

    "We have English with Daniel," he corrected. A loud sigh escaped my mouth. "Don't sound too excited. It'll be fun."