Chapter 3

On the way down I think one of us broke something because I heard a pop as we landed. I hope it was Jordan.

When I say I was embarrassed, I was embarrassed. I was on top of Jordan frozen in place.

Why? Of all people I had to fall on Jordan. Do you know what this means. Endless nagging from that psycho wrench he calls a Ex.

"Oh. My. Gosh" Becka screeched out of nowhere. And I mean literally screeched. She sounded like a bird on crack that was about to die. " Why are you on my boyfriend. This just goes to show that you are a slut. I ought to....."

"Hold up stop yourself right there. First of all we..." Jordan says pointing between him and Becca with me still between them " we aren't a thing. We haven't been together in months. I just hang out with you because you got no friends except for your little minion. Don't expect much from me I'm just being "friendly". Sorry but I already got a girl." Jordan grinned mischievously at Becca.

Becca stood there dumbfounded for a moment before speaking.

"What are you talking about? I'm clearly your girl" she said flipping her dark red hair behind her back tapping her foot in annoyance.

"No, you're not my girl... Sage is" Jordan says while everyone around him gasps even me. I look up at him like he was crazy. I'm sure he thought I was the one that was a psycho just by how I was looking at him.

Nahhhh I'm not freaking out. But I'm definitely about to beat somebody's *as. Do I look like a puppet? I am not about to be used like this. Somebody needs to help me. This dude just keeps making my life even worse. What is he even doing? I'm really about to slap some sense into his f*cking head if he doesn't stop. I have major anxiety issues. And all of these eyes on me aren't helping.

I scramble to my feet, well at least... try to. The rope that had been at to base of the board to help hold it up was attached to my ankle. I'd landed right back on my bum with a thud.

Jordan quickly grabbed me and put me in his lap. By now my face would be a bright red. In my case at least a little since my brown skin kind of hides that fact. He moves me around so that he can examine my foot more closely.

"I think you fractured your ankle when we fell. Come, let's get you to the school's infirmary." he says helping me up onto my good foot. Oh, I'm soooo going to get him back for this.

He carefully guides me through the hallways slowly.

Man this hurt's so much right now. I wince at the pain that is throbbing in my foot. I guess Jordan notices because he picks me up bridal style.

Oh, thank the heavens above. What a relief.

Then it hits me. I may or may not have fractured my ankle, I'm in Jordan's arms and is probably being tortured and killed in somebody's imagination right now, I won't be able to dance, AND ITS ALL JORDANS FAULT.

"LET GO OF ME" I yell scaring him causing him to drop me. Probably shouldn't have done that but I don't think I'm in the right-thinking space anyway.

"Why did you yell?" he asks while helping me back up.

"Well I had a reason." I say.

"And what is that?" he says in a matter-of-fact tone.

"First of all, you are the reason why my foot is like this. I mean who drags someone somewhere they don't want to go. Secondly, do you know what privacy is? We wouldn't be in this situation if you had minded your own business. Lastly, you don't have the right to give me a title that I didn't even have a say in." I say all in one breath poking him in the chest repeatedly.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." he say grabbing my finger. "If you think about it, it's actually your fault also. You are the one that left your window open. If it weren't for you leaving your window open, then I wouldn't have had suggested you signing up for being dance captain. Okay?" he says looking at me intensely not breaking eye contact.

"I..I uh um..." dang it why is I stuttering? Why is he having an effect on me? Oh gosh this is so cliché, and I hate cliche.

"That's what I thought." he said and continued to guide me to the infirmary. I don't know if it's just me, but when someone says that's, it really pisses me off. He was the one that wasn't minding his own business. Like he could've been that person and closed his window.

When we got to the infirmary, he sat me on the seat that usually be at the doctor's office. I didn't feel bad for lashing out on him, but can you blame me? Maybe if I try to apologize to him it would make him feel guilty.

"J-Jordan" I stammer out.

"Yea?" he says softly

"I'm sorry" I whisper out.

" Nah it's OK. You were just upset with me. I shouldn't have done that. I should've asked you first instead of forcing you. I apologize for everything. It's just-" I cut him off because he was rambling on.

I kissed him making him stop what he was doing. Yea I did that. Pay backs a b*tch. Well in his case a good b*tch because he got a kiss out of this.

Oh I know what came over me. It was the fact that I had to get fair game. Nobody messes with Sage and gets away with it. He disturbed my peace. I don't like it when I get disturbed.

I made him think the kiss was deliquiate and gentle. His lips touching mine was a bad idea. He was so caught up in the kiss that he didn't feel me pull him closer to me. We were kissing till we were both almost out of breath. Now's my chance. I bit him on the lip as hard as I could making me taste some blood.

Uggg I almost threw up. Who wants to taste someone else's blood. Keeping my composure. I play dumb and look at him with puppy dog eyes.

"Owwwwww. Why'd you do that?" Jordan said trying to catch his breath while trying to stop the bleeding. I was laughing in my head the whole time my foot was getting wrapped up. And his lip looked pretty bad to. It had started to bruise a little too. I don't know why the nurse didn't offer to check up on him. She clearly seen how bad it looked.

My foot wasn't fractured but it was sprained. That's when I realize that I got to pick up my siblings. I rush to the parking lot (or a least try to) and get in the car. I rush to pick up my siblings and drop them off at the house. The whole time Jordan was riding behind me so I guess I'll hop in his car and make him drive me to my favorite place. That's the least he could do.

I park the car in the driveway and get into Jordan's car. He looked at me like I was crazy but didn't say anything. I just tell him where to go and he actually listened with no problem.

We drive for about 15 more minutes until we come up to a clearing. My clearing.

With that I get out the car and admire the scenery. With the comfortable silence surrounding me I peacefully sit there with the radio on.