The Mistake | Colby Brock

One Hundred Eleven-Lucky Lady

Jordan's pov
  "So you're the lucky lady?" I heard behind my shoulder, making me scrunch my eyebrows. It's not like i didn't know what the lady was referring to, it's the attitude she gave is what pissed me off. "Guess so, why does it matter?" I asked, a small but sarcastic smile on my face. She returned the look, our eyes burning into each other like a war. Colby came out of the restroom just then, and when i saw him in the corner of my eye he was rushing over here, like if he didn't want me to rip this lady apart. "So, Jordan." I tore my eyes away from the lady, who walked away with sass. Oh what i would do to get a punch out of that pretty little face of hers. "Yes?" I asked, examining his face. "Gosh just kill the lady while you're at it then." He said in shock. I raised an eyebrow, before standing from my seat just as he pulled me down with my hand. "I was joking!" He exclaimed, his eyes going wide. Just from the looks of it, he seemed scared, almost like he didn't think i was real. Like a figment of his imagination, or maybe because he was worried for the safety of the people here. And i don't blame him, i guess i was dead. But it was only for like an hour, right? I looked at his clothes, which were different from the last time i saw him. Definitely longer than an hour. Oh my God, that's terrifying. Did time slow down from my viewing? I mean, i came here just because i didn't know the exact date. I thought that if i was at least on the right day i would run into him here, and if not i would just go to his place. Oh jeez, how long has it been? "J? You doing okay?" He rested his hand onto mine, bringing me down back to ground level as i nodded at him. "Yeah, i'm just now processing how much time it's been. Do you? Know how long it's been i mean." His eyes widened, like if he expected me to already know the answer. "It's been about two days, maybe three." I sighed out of relief, nodding as i moved my hand from under his to rub my face, clearing my head. "So, what'd you tell Sam?" I asked, holding my face with my hands. I saw a small smile form on his face, warming my heart. "What makes you think i told Sam?" I rolled my eyes, giving him a look. "You tell Sam everything. And you're way less tense right now, you're more, here, ya know?" He turned his head to the side, shaking his head no at me. "No i don't get it." We chuckled as i shook my head at him. "I mean you think a lot, too much actually. I just assumed you talked to Sam because you don't look all bobbled up." Before he could respond, the other lady showed up, handing Colby his shake and my water. "I added some lemon and honey, it should help the throat." She said, winking at me. I thanked her, smiling as she walked away. "Did you order for me?" Colby asked as he brought his lips up to his straw, before basically moaning into his drink. "Yep, i got you a banana milkshake. I remember you talking about it before so i assumed one wouldn't hurt." He nodded, taking another drink "i love banana milkshakes, they're absolutely the best." I chuckled, sipping on my drink. "How could i forget." I smiled, admiring the way his lips turnt up into a smile while he was still drinking his shake. His expression changed, along with his mood, almost like he was upset. Was it too overwhelming to come here right now? I couldn't tell. Emotions are never my strong suit. "I have a question, well not just one more like a hundred." Colby chuckled, but his smile disappeared, and he looked away from my face for a few seconds. I nodded, knowing this was probably a lot for him. "I could say the same for you." I whispered, raising my eyebrows before drinking out of my cup. He face palmed, almost like he pushed away the reason why we were here in the first place. "I'm so sorry, i completely forgot with everything going on, and work, i haven't really been in the greatest headspace..." I laid my hand over his, just to calm him down for a second, letting him catch up with himself before removing my hand and nodding. "I get it, you go first." I folded my hands over the table, giving him my undivided attention. He nodded, and took a deep breath while messing his hair up, just to fix it afterwards. I looked away for a second, thinking me staring was probably not helping the situation at all. "Sorry," i apologized, fiddling with my fingers. His face scrunched and he shook his head slowly. "You of all people shouldn't be sorry, don't be." His words burned into my heart with meaning, i don't know why that hit me. I guess i did have a lot of childhood trauma. I looked away, to distract myself from the sadness taking over me, and waiting for him to start. "I was drunk." He started, making me turn to him slowly, but i didn't want to meet his eyes. I knew if i did, i would just feel bad and tell him it's okay. Which it wasn't, at all. I didn't know one thing about love, or anything remotely similar to that. But in the books, she always forgives and forgets, pushing it behind her just for him to do it again. I wasn't going to let that happen with him. I wanted him to know that it wasn't okay, from me, not just from him. "Okay," i said, swallowing hard. His eyes were locked onto me, but i still couldn't get the courage to look up, it hurt me so much, i felt like i was about to explode. "Jordan." God dammit. I looked up, meeting my watery eyes with his. "In no way am i justifying what i did. I know how bad it is. I fucked up, and the fact that you're here even shocks me. I know i broke you, and i hate that i did. I hate myself for it, and if we do move on from this i'll never forgive myself for it. I just want to tell you what happened, so you know. You know?" I hated the way he was talking to me, like he was scared to loose me. But i guess he was. And in a way he did, so i did know, i understood. I didn't respond though, i was too busy on processing myself and my own emotions, trying not to let my stomach drop anymore than it already did. I didn't want my life to feel torn apart again. He sighed, before carrying on. "That day, i was beyond upset. It was one of those no lead type of days and-" He cut himself off quickly, just as the waitress came back around to refill my drink.