Two Hearts Collided

Chapter 12: Jordan Drama

It's Thanksgiving. I'm six months pregnant and I'm bitter horny bitch. Carter is babying me and he's making sure I'm okay. We're at our house right now because it's Thanksgiving. He's fucking kicking me so hard all the goddamn time. He nails me hard in the ribs just now and I groan.

"What's wrong?" Mom asks.

"He's fucking-" I groan when he does it again. I poke my stomach insistently. "Knock it off." He does it again. "He won't stop kicking me." I mumble, sitting down on the floor. I really want to have sex right now. The fact that my husband is shirtless isn't helping.

Things are weirdly tense and everyone is being abnormally quiet and it's making me nervous. I feel like there's going to be a fight today.

And it's when three people walk into my house that I realize why.

Fucking Jordan and her parents are here.

Me and Lucy exchange a look. She, I, and Rachel are all bitter. They both hate the idea of sex but I love it and I demand it. Carter doesn't mind.

"What is she doing here?" I ask.

"I invited them." Mom says defiantly.

"To me and Carter's house?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Clearly." Jordan says.

I know exactly where the fight is going to come from. Carter helps me off the floor.

She immediately tries to mend her and Lucy's friendship and she gives Lucy a ton of stuff for her baby, which I'm not even pissed about because me and Carter's son has more stuff than he can handle. I'm pissed because Lucy lets her get sucked in. Rachel doesn't even bother, she just rolls her eyes and grabs Ryder's donut from his hand and eats it.

"How was the tour?" Jordan asks her.

"It was awesome." Lucy smiles. I know she's just being nice so I'm not mad at her, I just hate Jordan.

"I've always wanted to be in a band. Did you know I can play guitar?"

Oh fuck, don't even little miss bitch ass whore who comes into my house and takes my best fucking bitch!

I snigger, roll my eyes and walk into the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, is something funny?" Jordan asks. Fake niceness drips like poisoned honey from her voice.

I walk back into the living room and cross my arms. "Well I laughed, didn't I?" I snap.

"Rox." Cody warns. I ignore him.

"Why do you hate me so much?" she asks.

My fucking mother is falling for her fake bullshit, and from the looks of it, so is everyone else but the people in our band and my brother, Sierra, and Marcus and Hannah.

"Because I think you're a fake bitch."

"Roxanne Kay Lynne Harris!" Mom scolds, shocked.

"What?" I snap. "All my life she's been coming and stealing Lucy from me! She's a fucking bitch! She hates me for no goddamn reason!"

"That's because you have everything I want!" Jordan snarls.

"Like what?" I snap.

"Money! The whole world is in love with you! You're married to the man I love and you're pregnant with his child!"

What?

I don't understand...

You're married to the man I love and your pregnant with his child!

She's in love with Carter? She's in love with my husband?

Oh hell no.

Then it clicks. She's that fucking cunt from college. I didn't recognize her before because her hair was dyed black, but she dyed it back to blonde. She's the bitch I wrote Misery Business about. She made up her name in college.

One look at Carter and I know he's just realized exactly what I did.

"And the worst part," she begins, standing up. "Is you had the nerve to write a song about how you stole him from me."

It clicks with everyone else and all of their jaws drop and I see everyone but her parents switch to my side.

But she moved to New York...

She moved back...

Oh, that sneaky little bastard.

I'm the most territorial bitch in the world. "I didn't steal him from you, princess." I hiss. "It's not my fault you're a whore. He left you because you cheated, and he would've left you anyways. Fuck you for even thinking he was ever yours."

"He was mine! He said he loved me! Right Carter? You loved me, right?"

He starts scratching the back of his neck. "Not really..." he hesitates. "I only liked you because you were a good kisser."

"Better than Roxy?" she asks.

He smirks a little bit. "Nobody's better than Roxy."

"Can't I have a second chance?"

Carter shakes his head.

"Why not?"

"Haven't you heard the song? Second changes don't ever matter. People never change. Once a whore you're nothing more. I'm sorry. That'll never change. There's a million other girls who do it just like you. Looking as innocent as possible to get to who they want and what they like, it's easy if you do it right."

Carter starts laughing, and everyone else in the house does too, but her parents.

She swings her foot at my stomach. I move back, her foot narrowingly missing my baby.

He isn't even born yet and Mama Bear is making an appearance for the first time.

The calmness I just had vanishes and I kick her legs out from under her. "You can do whatever the fuck you want to me, but you never try to hurt my babies. Born or not." I hiss. "Get the fuck away from me and my husband and the rest of my family before I personally remove you."

I scared the hell out of her. She scrambles up and runs and I stand at the door until she's fully out of sight, her parents following her.

Move baby. Please move.

"I'm going upstairs." I whisper.

I go upstairs to my and Carter's room and shut the door behind me. I go to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothing in my wake.

I start the tub and put bubbles in and get in.

That bitch almost killed my baby.

I pay extra attention to my belly, rubbing it gently. As I wash, I spend five minutes lathering my belly in soap.

I wash my hair and shave, and then I drain the tub, redo everything in the shower and then refill the tub and just soak.

The last thing I register before I drift off to sleep is my son kicking my hand.

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"Rox-" Cody's voice cuts off. "Roxy!" I sit up, alarmed. I'm naked in the tub. Carter comes into the doorway of the bathroom behind Cody. He can see my boobs, but he doesn't seem to care. "Found her." He shrugs and walks off.

Carter walks in all the way. I settle back down into my comfortable bathtub position.

"Have you been in that tub since you came up here?"

I mumble in response.

"Come on." He says. "It's dinner time."