The rest of the week faded into the weekend which grants me relaxation and most importantly time with Jack. I've been driving myself to school this week, which I had no problem with, it was just weird not riding with Jack. His idea of spending every minute of the day together only made sense if we actually could.
During this week I get back into the habit of hanging around with Jordan and Marilyn. It's hard to converse with both of them at the same time. Jordan knew a lot more than Marilyn, who knew nothing. And as fake of a friend it made me to remain discrete around her, I wanted it to remain that way.
In the meantime the three of us lounge around my bedroom in hopes of any ideas how to spend the afternoon. This evening I have plans to meet Jack, I wasn't sure of what he wanted to do but he wasn't willing to give me any more details.
Jordan walks from the bathroom rubbing a scented lotion onto her hands, "This smells terrible."
I roll my eyes deciding to ignore her comment and continuing my online assignment.
"And who's greasy bandanna is on the towel rack?"
Im reminded of the white stained bandana Jack left over here when he joined dinner with my parents. I didn't want to mix it with my laundry to stain it and it wasn't necessarily something I could throw in there by themselves. My parents would question it first and probably conspire up some theory of how it got into my laundry in the first place.
"Jack must've left it," I shrug.
"Jack was here?" Marilyn questions, she perks up at the mention of his name. Of course she think i'm going to give her something to tell her other friends.
"Yes, he stayed for dinner a few night ago."
Jordan now joins in Marilyns curiosity, "You has dinner with Jack?"
"And my parents."
"And your parents?" Jordan repeats back.
I turn away from the laptop and staring at the two glancing over to me already.
"I'm guessing your Noelle problem is solved," Jordan comments.
Marilyn looks over to Jordan, she doesn't care for the name but the fact that she's able to pile more drama onto half the things she already knows. Marilyn lived in other people's business, gossip girl is child's play compared to her.
She sits up from her position on the floor, "Does someone care to fill me in?"
I glance back over to Jordan ignoring Marilyn, "It's not that big of a deal. My mom insisted so he stayed, that's it."
Jordan raises an eyebrow, "And?"
"And," I mutter, "You know my dad, you know the history. It's going to take time to adjust to all of this, so i'm giving him the time to."
"And what about Jack?" Marilyn ask, she pops a few skittles into her mouth.
I let out a deep sigh I wasn't sure I was holding in making my shoulders fall.
"He's convinced my dad will always hate him, which I can't blame him, my dad isn't the nicest. But Jack isn't the most mature person either, he made a big deal out of it and when I try to move past it, it seemed to make things worse."
"Yeah, well you do have a habit of neglecting your feeling just for the sake of creating no negative tension," Jordan mentions, I sulk at the words, "I certainly thought you'd learn to speak up after the library fiasco."
I shoot Jordan another dagger if glare as Marilyn stares between the two of us hoping someone would explain. The side of me Jordan knows was not the same side Marilyn knew, certain friends have certain restrictions.
Jordan chuckles at her own comment either not noticing the words my stare is telling her or just doesn't care. She's in the idea that I told Marilyn - the thing was I told Marilyn everything was untrue. For all she knows Jack and I probably hold hands and kiss once a week.
"Is this where dessert was served," She continues to joke, she picks herself up from the clean bed as I internally lung at her.
Marilyns face scrunches together in disgust, "Ew, why would Charlotte have sex with him? This is clearly a phase like Sammy dating Kami."
Jordan's laugh simmers as she stares over to Marilyn even more confused then before, she glances over to me next. I hope she notices the begging behind my eyes without me saying anything.
"I was just joking," She quickly lies looking over to me with a wave of disappointment, "Charlie would never sleep with him. That's too embarrassing, right?"
Fuck.
"Right..."
