Rooming With The Bad Girl [GXG]

VII

~Dorothy Sawdon~

Jordan drove me to school the next morning. She had questions, a bunch of them about how I had gotten Rachel Jones to agree to drive me somewhere without sleeping with her but after my spree of convinient lies, she began to tell me about how dumb Jake was being.

She had threatened to stab him with a broken wine bottle and he said he'd call the police and that she was crazy. I agreed with him but I wouldn't tell her that. She seemed to think she was sane.

"He said he'd never speak to me again, can you believe it?" she exclaimed speeding past an angry man in a truck. He yelled a profanity at her and she showed him the middle finger through the car window. I sunk down into my seat.

"Jordan, maybe you and Jake should end this finally" I advice to which she nodded, "This is getting toxic and dangerous."

"You now what you're right" she sighed, keeping her eyes on the road as she drove, "He's getting boring anyway".

I agreed with her, only to get her to end this stupid relationship. We arrived at the school early, making our way out of the car and walking together to our lockers. I caught sight of Rachel, standing there and locking lips with Tora Lesley, the most arrogantly confident peice of blue-haired ass, roaming each other's bodies freely as they did so.

I tore my eyes away, feeling a strong pang in my chest for some reason. Jordan noticed them but not my reaction, shaking her head in distaste.

"Can someone explain what Rachel even sees in that smurf looking freckle face?" she said with a roll of her blue eyes, grimacing slightly when she saw Tora reach her hand up Rachel's shirt.

"Let's just get to class" my voice was raspy as I said that, slamming my locker closed and trudging away angrily. No, Rachel did not return home last night and no, she did not call. She just stayed out and came to school dressed in the same clothes she left yesterday with. I tried not to imagine about where she had spent the night yesterday.

Jordan and I both had English first period on Mondays so that was were we headed. It occurred to me that Rachel also had this first period on Mondays. I forced myself not to groan out loud.

But she didn't show up.

We sat at our regular seats on the fourth row, far enough from the teacher but not at the complete back. It kind of represented our social standing at school also: Not necessarily popular but known and just right. Actually, we were known to most as 'that blue-eyed lesbian and her crazy friend'.

It was accurate and it didn't bother us so we let it stick, just living our lives at school without gaining any unnecessary attention. I got a few waves and some girls flirted with me but that was it. Unlike Rachel who everyone knew and wanted to sleep with.

She also had no friends except her best one, the captain of the school's lacrosse team and school golden boy: Ryan Smith. They seemed to have been friends for years. I wondered if she had told him about everything... About me and us living together. I hoped not and that even if she did, she told him to keep quiet about it.

The teacher entered the class in a little while, collecting our assignments and then beginning to rant on about types of clauses and phrases. I scribbled down notes for later while Jordan typed away at her phone, making me promise to give her my notes to copy when I was done.