Three at home (On hold)

❄Chapter 3❄

Mia's POV

Entering my room I collapsed on my bed taking out Jordan's phone from my pocket,
I pressed the home button going through his apps, and to my dismay he had games,
I mean lots of them.

What was he?
A child?

I quickly transferred few of them  into my phone, and again I was making my way to Jordan's room to return his phone, my heart running from its place to another.

I tapped nervously at the door, my heart beating foolishly according to the taps, it wasn't long before the door swung open revealing Tess burning stare at me.

She stood, placing her hand on Jordan's threshold, eyes laced with fury and mouth twitching with disgust.

"What now?" She snapped, her dangerous tone taking the better part of her.

"Jordan-" i called softly, trying my best to ignore her.

She scoffed "he's not in, you fool" she said trying to make it seem obvious.

I let out a  light groan,
Really I had no time to exchange words with her
"Okay then, can you help......"

"Hey, you done?" My words didn't pour out completely as I heard Jordan ask.
I turned to face him and for the first time i really thanked God I was dark skinned.
My cheeks were steaming red.

"Yea" I muttered looking down at his open palm.
I then placed his phone on it smiling as I did so.
"Thanks" i muttered afterwards.

His lips formed a circle as if wanting to bring forth a word but nothing really came out.
He shoved his phone into his pocket, and walking into his room, he grabbed Tess by her waist, leading her away from the door and into the room before slamming the door at my face.

"Great" I said in a tone only shy of mutter, walking to my room and shutting the door as I entered.
I hopped onto my bed, rightly placing my head on my pillow as i settled to think of all i could think of at that time.

My door suddenly swung open, catching my attention. My eyes met with Tess furious ones as i sat up right.

Jesus... why were her eyes carrying such amount of fury?.

"Oh" I muttered inaudibly as realization struck me and immediately moved to where she stood.

"Who took my comb?" Her tone held no atom of joke in it, just gross fury.

Who else would?

"I did" I said,
And then if looks could kill, I'd probably been six feet underground.

"Where is it?" Her right hand shot out, its fingers wiggling slightly.

"Uh i haven't used it yet, but I'll use it soon when am d....."

"You wanted to use my comb?" Her disgust- laced voice didn't let me finish.

Seriously what else will she think i'd do with that?

"Wow" she muttered in a fit of hysteria."Life has so much to offer."

"I'll let a begger on the streets, use my comb rather than your awkward being." Her voice was sharp, but her words sharper as they rang repeatedly into my ear.
She pushed me aside before my mouth could form words and passing the threshold into the room, she walked straight to the cupboard grabbing her comb before turning to me.
"Not as if you've got hair to use come on" she pinned, sending me a dreadful look as she left my room without closing the door behind her.

I let out a sigh
she was right, I was on a low-cut but that didn't mean I had no hair remaining to use comb on, my hair could equal the size of the comb I borrowed from her, not like I didn't have mine but I had to borrow from my sister who has lots of combs when I haven't found my only one.
Yes I wasn't really a fan of combs,
Cause my hairstyle requires just few, and my definition for few being one.
I got few...

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