The Bad Boy & The Socially Awkward (Unedited)

Chapter 4: Late Night Talk

Before I could even touch the door handle, it flew open with persistence.

"What the hell, Michael?" I shouted.

"You wouldn't open up, so I figured that you were just ignoring me," Michael explained.

"You don't just walk into my damn room whenever you please, Michael!" I yelled.

"I need to talk to you, about today."

"What?"

"You need to know that whatever weird phase that you're going through, you need to stop."

"I'm not going through a fricken phase!" I protested.

"Then why did you skip?"

"That's none of your business."

He stood up and walked out of my room, leaving me by myself. Michael gets mad when I even look at a guy, unless it's Matt and Peter. He knows that they won't ever hurt me.

I stood up and walked out of my room and to the bathroom. This whole day has made me feel extremely dirty and I really need a shower.

I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower. The hot water ran down my back, and I can feel it giving me a clean finish.

A knock sounded on the door.
"Angela, there's a boy here for you!" my mom shouted from the other side of the door.

"I'll be out in a few!" I yelled back.

I quickly rinsed off the body wash and wrapped my body in a fluffy towel.
There may be someone here for me, but they can hold their fricken horses. I threw on some clothes and put my hair back in a ponytail.

I put the towel on the rack and made my way down the stairs. Jordan Vanderlind, Jordan fucking Vanderlind stood at the door. He looked me up and down with a smirk.

"I'll leave you two alone," my mom said, slipping into the kitchen.

"Okay," I managed to say before she made her exit.

I sat down on the couch and Jordan walked over to sit next to me. He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"Because I thought that we could have a fucking tea party," he said.

"Well, tell me already. I don't have all day, Vanderlind."

"Because I just need to be. Matt told me that you wanted me here for dinner."

Fucking Matt. When would he learn not to interfere with my damn family? I nodded and pulled out my phone.

Me: Stop your shit, Matt.

Matt: What are you talking about?

Me: You sent Jordan Vanderlind here to have dinner?!

Matt: Yes. It's pay back for skipping with him.

Me: Fuck you, Matt. My family is going to kill me.
Nothing but silence.
If Matt wants to play hard ball, I'm fucking game.

"Are you mad?" Jordan asked in a mocking tone.

"Just shut up. Later, I need to talk to you," I said.

The kitchen door burst open, my mom standing in the doorway.
"Jordan here said that he's here for dinner," she said with a smile.

"Yeah, he is. Is dinner ready?" I asked.

"Yes. We are having pasta."

She walked out of the living room and into the kitchen again. I gave Jordan a pointed look. He looked at me with pure agony.