LOGIN†ALEXANDER POV†I bit back my laughter as Jordan raced out with her tail in between her legs.Kevin still stood smirking like he had won a prize.He hadn’t.The air between us went still, the lake moving quietly and the birds seeming to have stopped singing.Kevin adjusted his sleeve like he had all the time in the world. “Cold day for a walk, don’t you think?”“Not if you know where you’re going,” I replied. My voice was even.He tilted his head. “Some places are worth getting lost in.”“Some places don’t let you leave the same,” I said, eyes flicking past him to where Jordan had vanished.That made his smirk falter.“Not all things can be owned, you know. You lose things that you can't handle at times... Alexander,” he whispered, biting his lower lip.I didn’t answer. My eyes were on Jordan’s back as she disappeared past the treeline.But something twisted in my chest. No, it wasn't jealousy. It wasn't anger. I would call it an ordinary feeling that had absolutely nothing to do with
JORDAN'S POV*******The past few days, my name had been “Alex carried her,” and Angela was so not happy about it.I watched the video go viral on the school blog. When he rushed to my side in the video, I could feel the smile touching my ears.“Don’t blush to death,” Sara laughed as we offloaded our books on the table.The librarian shushed us from her desk.“I’m not blushing.” I glared, the heat in my cheeks contrasting greatly with my words.I hated this feeling. It's stupid.Sara kept sipping her juice like she was watching a show.“Okay then, you’re not.” She teased.The librarian shushed us. Again.The library doors clicked open. I didn’t look up. It seemed irrelevant, especially when the comments had catchy phrases.##I’m guessing she's a new bitch.##JorxanderWhat the fuck?!Footsteps echoed in the library. A book fell on our table loudly.The librarian looked up and glared.Sara kicked me. I kicked back.“Hey—” James smiled, nodding at the both of us, his scent of lemons engu
π•π•π•π•π JORDAN’S POV π•π•π•π•πSara was already yanking her ponytail tighter, eyes sharp.“It’s our turn. The boys lost by one goal. Let’s go show those bitches who we are,” she clapped, the sound cracking through the hallway.She was back.I exhaled. The soda can in my hand dented under my grip.The boys lost by one goal, which meant Alex lost. Which meant he was probably in that locker room right now, replaying every missed shot in his head.“Fine. War it is.” I crushed the can and tossed it.The court doors slammed open and the noise hit us like a wave. The LEA crowd was quiet.But Angela’s team hadn’t died down. Wonderful.One good thing about her: she was relentless.Ashfort’s side was loud and smug, their blue-gold banners waving like they had already won.Their cheerleaders formed an A as we walked out. Angela stood front and center, pom-poms high, her smirk aimed right at me.“Fresh meat for the wolves,” she sang under her breath.I didn’t look at her. I looked at the court.
∆∆∆∆ ALEXANDER'S POV ∆∆∆“For someone who said he's not into her, you sure do look like you want her so bad…To fuck her—Hold her—And these aren't part of your business here, Alex. Remember that.”Angela's voice echoed in my head. She had been watching me, my stares at Jordan, and my every move.Angela was a childhood friend. Her mother died when she was 10. I had been her shield till it took bigger turns and we started fucking around.Now?She doesn't want to stop, but I'm tired of it. Sex with her feels the same. No interesting shit, and it's boring, just like other bitches.I stared back at my reflection in the mirror, sighed, and took up my jersey.Today was the game.I texted Darren to go find any duplicated key that was missing from my locker.How the fuck does she get into my room??π•π•π•π•π JORDAN'S POV π•π•π•π•π“Jordan, be quick. Ashfort is arriving soon,” Sara kept mumbling ferociously, like a timer had been set and was about to go off.“Girl, calm down. They ain't runni
I opened the news card reading in between the lines and very fast. We were having a competition with the neighborhood school {Ashfort Hall Academy}. A school just like LEA, high socials and statuses. They were probably more anonying people like Angela and the likes there. “Yeah, now that's what am talking about” Our school basketball bots had started yelling in the cafe. They always wanted an opportunity to show off. I scoffed inwardly. “Yoo…Captain. Come check this out” A dude yelled to Alexander Captain huh?? Our eyes met slowly and I smirked. He stared at th news card for a second and then at me “Guys!” “We’re babysitting the botsssss” He yelled. He seemed active this time. The crowd erupted in screams, chairs scraped. Food thrown in the air and the cafe cooks shaking their head in despair and tiredness. I laughed. It was crazy and fun to be with them at times. “Hoo hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo” They all hooted shaking each other and my crew girls all
“Jordannn, you have to tell me what happened. "Fuck, you're a Monroe." Sara hadn't stopped jumping over my bed since we came from the dinner last night when Lilian almost caught Alexander in my room. ”The door suddenly opened and she wasn't there, ok?” I bemoaned. “What if she had seen you? So what?… It's not a crime being horny, is it?” She laughed. I whipped my head and glared at her; she simply mouthed a "sorry" in between her laughs. “Well…. I need to get to class," I said, picking up my bag and packing my hair in a ponytail. “You are telling me everything, I mean every fucking thing, when you get back here, bitch." She yelled. "Nooo," I yelled back, running out. Sara had decided to miss class today, pretending she was sick. I still hadn't managed to figure out how she always gets into my room when I'm not around. This morning, I had prepared perfectly for the chemistry class we had. Shoes neatly polished, hair tightly packed and tied, and the uniforms were always i







