Entertain My Faith // Adopted By Tyler Joseph

Chapter 21

Faith's POV

Jordan and I turned our heads to see where the voice was coming from.

"What the hell? I should've known the only two teenagers in this house would start liking each other," Brendon said, shaking his head.

"I-uh, sorry, Brendon," I stammered, backing away from Jordan. 

"Yeah whatever, I should've expected it. But I swear to god Jordan if you hurt her you'll have not only me but also Tyler and Josh on your ass, even if he is your brother," Brendon said, not joking even the slightest. Brendon hasn't ever liked Jordan.

"Don't worry, I'm not like you," Jordan retorted.

"Guys, please stop! Jordan and I aren't even a couple!"

"You don't think so?" Jordan asked me.

"Well, you haven't asked me," I said, nervously.

Jordan didn't say anything, just ran to the guest room. Brendon sighed, reaching out to touch me. I jerked back.

"No! Don't touch me!" I shouted, running into my room and slamming the door shut. 

Tears fell down my cheeks and seeped into my bedsheets as I sat on my bed, razor in hand, sobbing uncontrollably. 

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I'm sleep deprived, starving, thirsty, sad, you get the idea. I'm miserable. It's only been a week since the whole thing happened and I haven't left my room. Tyler brings some food up for me sometimes, but I rarely eat. There's a glass of water on my nightstand, but I haven't touched it. It's so hard for me to sleep. I can't sleep, not when there are so many things to worry about. I heard a knock on my door before the door opened. Brendon stuck his head in my room. I pulled my sleeves over my hands. He walked in and sat on the edge of my bed. 

"Hi, Faith."

"Get away from me," I mumbled into my pillow. 

"I'm really sorry. I know you have every right to blame me for what happened. Jordan's not doing very well either. He at least eats though. Do you think you could eat something?"

I shrugged. 

"Let me take you out for lunch, you need to get out. Please?"

"Give me 20 minutes," I whispered. 

"Great, thank you! I'll be in the kitchen," Brendon said. He then got off my bed and closed my door softly.

It took a few minutes, but I dragged myself out of bed and to the bathroom. I showered for a few minutes to wash my oily hair and get rid of my smelliness. I put my hair in a bun, changed into a different sweatshirt and some different shorts. It was hot in LA, but I had cuts to cover. I slowly walked to the kitchen and Brendon smiled and led me outside to his car.

Brendon and I sat at a table in Chick-fil-a and he looked at me as I nibbled on a chicken nugget.

"Could you not look at me like that?" I asked, slightly annoyed. 

He instantly started looking at the table instead. "Sorry."

"No, I'm sorry."

He sighed. "I'm sorry for causing this mess. To be honest, you and Jordan are pretty cute together."

I glanced up at Brendon and smiled a little. "Thanks."

"I just don't want to see you get hurt. Jordan is a good kid, but you know I have to threaten him a little," Brendon chuckled. 

I smiled again. "Yeah, I know." 

"Ok, good. Josh! We're ready!"

My eyebrows furrowed at him, confused. Josh came from behind the wall we were sitting next to, dragging Jordan along. My eyes widened along with his. 

"You two are going to work this out. We'll leave you alone now. Be nice," Brendon said, getting up as Jordan took his seat. Jordan glanced up at me nervously. Brendon and Josh left the Chick-fil-a.

Things were silent for a few moments before Jordan spoke up. 

"I hope you haven't been doing what I think you were," he said nervously. 

He grabbed my hand gently and started rolling my sleeve up.