My tik toker (Jordan Powell)

Chapter 3

I sit back with a blank expression as my panic attack subsides. It lasted about 15 minutes, Isabella talked me through it the entire time. She sits across from me and I bring the joint back to my lips with shaky breaths.

"Take it easy hun." Isa whispers. My face scrunches up in pain and I pull the joint away, blowing the smoke out into the air between us. I look down at the rolled in paper while letting out an unamused chuckle.

"Easy huh?" I whisper, my voice cracking slightly. She sighs and puts her hand on my leg. "You texted him didn't you." My eyes meet her guilty expression.

"He worries about you V." She says. I shake my head and frown.

"He doesn't need to. I'm fine." She obviously doesn't believe my lie because she narrows her eyes at me.

"Yes because having a panic attack during class is being fine." She scolds me. I put my head against the window and look away from her.

"I'm fine. It's nothing but a little breathing problem." I bring the joint to my mouth and smile sadly. "Unfortunately I'll live."

She sucks in a breath as I take a deep inhale. We sit in silence for a few minutes before the sound of a door closing catches our attention. We look towards it to see Vinnie walking approaching us with a sigh.

He finally reaches us and sits down on Isabella's lap. She wraps her arms around his waist and he rubs her hand. "How long?"

"What?" I ask even though I already know the answer. I want to hear him say it.

"How long H?" He asks more sternly. "How long have you been having fucking panic attacks?"

"Hm..." I say pretending to think about it. I inhale the addictive smoke once more before throwing the end of the blunt away. "5 months."

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I jog down the stone steps of the school just as the bell rings. I'm not getting on that bus, I think to myself. I quickly find myself at the side of the school, looking for my hidden board.

"So this is yours?" I jump when I hear the raspy familiar voice. I turn around and tilt my head at the smirking Jordan. In his hand is my pink and blue Tony hawks board.

"Yeah. It's mine." I mumble in annoyance.

He looks down at the board before clicking his tongue. I raise an eyebrow and he smiles. "It's a cool board. Tony Hawks right?"

"I hope that's a sarcastic question." He laughs softly before handing it to me. I take it from his hand just as his eyes trail down my body.

Suddenly I'm feeling secure about my outfit choice. It's nothing too short or too long. Just a black and white checkered skirt with a white shirt underneath my oversized black sweatshirt. My legs aren't showing that much considering the fact that I have on black high socks and black sneakers.

He must've noticed my discomfort because he quickly takes his eyes off my body and zones in on my face. "You know any tricks?"

"Not really. My brother was supposed to teach me but God forbid he can stay out of his girlfriend's pants for a few hours." My sarcasm is clear as day and his lips slightly curl up.

"Yeah God forbid." I hear from behind me. Turning around, I'm met with the accusing eyes of Isa.

"You know I don't mean anything by it bella." She hums and looks down at my board. I see her frown slightly before she looks at my face again.

"You can't skate home." She says. My eyebrow raises in question and she shakes her head. "You're high."

"Well yeah but that doesn't mean I can't skate." My attempts at making her let me ride home are failing miserably. "I really don't wanna get on the bus bells."

"We're not getting on the bus. Your brother can take us home." She retorts. I groan in annoyance before glancing at Jordan with cold eyes.

He throws his hands up in fake surrender. "I didn't say anything." Isabella looks between us in confusion before shaking her head and grabbing my hand.

"Come on we don't have all day."