There was no stopping Connor. His wild temper mixed with the amount of alcohol and drug intake in his body was not a good combination.
"Well, look who we have here, Jordan Shay. Hello." Connor says as he stops next to me, looking at Jordan with a stare that I couldn't interpret, a smirk lighting up on his face.
Jordan stood still, not saying a word but his jaw was clenched and his lips stiffened.
I felt the tension build up and I was afraid of what might happen next.
The way Jordan stared back at Connor was intense. He clenches his fists with anger, mentally killing him with his fearsome stare.
There was a story between them, a story that was once great is now broken and right now, this story wasn't proving to be pretty.
"You know, that's rather rude. Not greeting back and all," said Connor, who is getting satisfaction from this. He comes to the conclusion that Jordan wasn't going to say anything.
I could tell he was just provoking Jordan even more than usual. The thing was, he knew this and enjoyed it.
I was just stood, praying to god that this wouldn't end in any black eyes, burst lips or bloody noses due to fists soaring at each other's faces because I wasn't strong enough to pull two well-built guys off each other. I had only had two drinks, the same as Jordan but I could tell Connor was long past two.
"It's also rude to not apologise for hurting a girl. You being arrogant is nothing new though," Jordan finally speaks up. He puts his arm around me then. That's when Connor erupts.
"Don't touch her!" Connor growls, pulling me to his side in an act of protection. What just happened?
Connor had flipped simply because Jordan put his arm around me. What exactly is his problem?
"Do you even know her," Jordan almost yells and I didn't dare to look at him for I feared I would only make things worse between them.
"Yes. Me and Caitlin have met on few occasions," he says and he looks down at me as he smiles.
"You guys know each other?" Jordan asks me. I nod and nervously shrug my shoulders.
"Honestly, not really," I mumble. I swear, every time I have seen Connor, he has been angered. I guess his fits of rage must be a daily occurrence.
What did it matter if I knew Connor anyway?
Then it hit me. Jordan was afraid that I'd end up like him. He was afraid I'd land myself in the same trouble as Connor. There was no way I was getting involved with a guy like him though.
I was closer to Connor than I've ever been though this is probably the closest I'll ever be.
I attempt to escape from Connor's grip but I fail. He's just too strong. Connor seemed to be the type who enjoyed pissing people off with his actions. I shoot Connor an upset glare, telling him to let go of me but he kept his eyes on Jordan, his teeth gritted.
As Jordan and Connor stared at each other, I tried to push Connor off me again. I didn't see a point in this awkward conversation and it clearly wasn't a smart idea for them to talk to each other. Something complicated must have happened between them, something in the past that causes their feud.
"I'm taking you home," Connor says, holding me tighter.
"I think that's her own decision," Jordan murmurs. "I'm best taking her so she doesn't end up dead, you can't drive for shit plus you're wasted."
"So, we'll walk."
"Look at you, you can barely stand. Come on, Caitlin."
"I'll call a cab, I'm taking her home," Connor laughs, getting the better of him.
