The Good Girl(s)'s Bad Boys 3: The "Slut", The Shame, The Pain

Chapter 4: Bathroom Confrontations

Lola is there, standing right beside the bus stop. I slow my pace and stare at her.

I inspect her. The way her blue highlights gleam against the rising sun. The way her tattoo shows as the wind blows away her hair. Her dark brown eyes were starring straight ahead as she talks softly into her tape recorder. Abruptly, she stops talking and turns towards my direction. I quickly scratch the back of my head as I approach her.

"Starring at me again, are you?" Lola asks, smirking while turning to look at me. Her smirk taunts me.

I don't lock my eyes with her. "As if I would."

Lola uses her freehand that doesn't have the recorder to turn my face. Now, starring eye to eye with her this close I started to feel nervous. 

"You look a bit nervous, dear," she says, tilting her head a bit. Her dark eyes scan my face. I started to feel the heat creep into my cheeks.

"The bus is here," I replied hurriedly, quickly showing my bus pass and going inside. I made sure to sit by someone this time since I dreaded the idea of sitting next to Lola. When she gets on the bus, she raises her eyebrows at me with slight amusement but says nothing. I quickly look away from her and focus on my bookbag.

Occasionally, I would look up to glance at her, only to find her scribbling away in her notebook. However, I notice that if you stare long enough at her, she would look up and stare back at you. I wonder if she does that to everyone or if it's just me.

Soon, the bus arrived at the school. The other college freshmen were gathered at the front like yesterday, creating a big commotion of noise and chaos. I scan the area to try to find Naomi and the guys in order to avoid them.

Lola finally finds me and wraps her arm around my neck. I look at her, ready to say something, but then I find myself looking behind her. She raises her eyebrows and turns around as well, only to be face to face with Jordan. Behind him, I see Bennett and Declan chatting, with Naomi a few paces back looking down at her phone.

Jordan looks from her to me, as if trying to figure out a piece of a puzzle. I quickly move her arm away from my arm and pull Jordan's wrist further away from the crowd. When we were far enough, I let go of his wrist and turn around to look at him.

"Hey," he starts off, awkwardly. That's weird of him - Jordan's never awkward. He's always full of spunk and spice, but he's never awkward.

I stay silent. Jordan coughs and scratches the back of his head, looking around the crowd. "So why'd you bring me here?"

I look down at my leather flats. "I'm trying to figure that one out."

He raises his eyebrows in amusement. "You forgot why you brought me here?"

My face starts to heat up when I look up at him. "I wanted to ask how Naomi's doing."

Jordan sighs. "Gabi..."

"I know I shouldn't ask but," I sigh in frustration, "I can't help but wonder how she's processing all of this."

"Well other than the fact that she refusing to talk to us yesterday after school because she saw you yesterday can pretty much sum up the idea that none of us are doing fine."

"I know I shouldn't have come."

"You shouldn't have."

I look down at my leather flats again, already feeling the waterworks coming out. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my chin and bring me to look up.

Jordan smiles sincerely as he puts his hand down. "But, between us, I'm glad you came."

Shock is written all over my face after he says that. Why would he be glad?