He's The Man

Chapter 47

He's The Man

~Jordan's POV~

I lay in bed going over the events of the day. I had come so close to telling Leila everything, but ended up being too much of a coward. At least I told her about Sean, right? I laugh bitterly, yeah one fucked up secret down, ten more to go. I haven't heard from Leila either, assuming that Ramona had done my dirty work and informed Leila of the bet herself.

I close my eyes and try to force sleep upon myself. Images of a dead Sean, crazed Jacob and a terrified Leila are scattered through out my nightmares.

I wake to a light rasp on my window and sit up quickly. I rub sleep from my eyes before glancing at the bedside clock. Christ, it's after one in the morning! I narrow my gaze at the window and slowly get up to inspect, expecting the worst. I stop seemingly dumbfounded as Leila shoots a bashful wave then signals for me to open to window.

"What are you doing here?" I whisper, pulling her through the window, I set her down on the ground gently. She stares and my chest for a moment, her cheeks heating up a deep shade of red; I follow her gaze and realize that I'm shirtless. I chuckle and give her a shrug, I never sleep with a shirt on.

"I uh..." She shakes her head before moving her gaze to meet mine. "I needed to see you."

"Well, I think we've established that." I chuckle and lead her over to my bed so that we can sit down. I feel the atmosphere suddenly change, it intensifies and Leila hesitates to sit. I arch an eyebrow at her as she backs up and falls into my rolly chair.

"I-I think I'll sit here." She mutters. Why is she being so awkward? I lean back on my elbows and gasp when the realization hits me. Does she think I'm going to try to hook up with her? A laugh escapes my lips and I quickly remember the last girl I brought in here, we did hook up. I don't think I've ever not hooked up with a girl in here for that matter.

I force a straight face and try to focus on Leila. She looks thoroughly uncomfortable and I can't help but to smile.

"Hey." I whisper. "It's okay, you're good. I'm not going to try anything." She visibly relaxes. "Unless you want me too." I tease, earning a gasp from Leila. "I kid, I kid!" I laugh, holding up my hands in defense.

"Jordan." She pleads, her big blues eyes are sad and my good mood fades away. Memories of today rush back to me and I brace myself for her wrath. "I don't want you to give up on me." She whispers.

I tense up, talking about feelings is still so foreign to me. I do it for Leila, but only when it's completely necessary. I sigh, leaning forward I grab the arm rests on the rolly chair and swiftly pull her towards me.

She lets out a shocked 'eep' before I place my hands on either side of her face. She's still pretty banged up, but the bruises are fading and the cuts are healing. I stare deep into her eyes, searching for the right words to say.

"Mona..." She mumbles. "Ramona told me that you're thinking about giving up on me. That you don't think you're good enough, and it's just not true!" I sit back for a second completely stunned. Here I was about to explain that I was stupid for agreeing to the bet and that I would take it back if I could, when now it's obvious that Ramona hadn't even told her about it. Damn it, Ramona! "You're perfect for me Jordan, I don't want anyone else but you-"

I quickly lean in and place my lips on hers, stopping her mid-rant. A dark part of me rejoices in the fact that she still doesn't know about it, allowing us to continue what we have here in a happy bliss. I pull her to me, placing one hand on her waist and the other on her neck. She quickly tangles her hands in my hair, needing me just as much as I need her.