Semua Bab Falling for my high school crush: Bab 11 - Bab 15

Brittney’s pov.The moment the plane took off, I knew I was in trouble. Not because I was scared of flying, though my heart had nearly leapt out of my chest when we left the ground but because of him.Jordan sat across from me, completely at ease, scrolling through his phone like we weren’t thirty thousand feet in the air. I, on the other hand, couldn’t focus on anything except how ridiculously unfair it was that he looked that good while doing absolutely nothing. I exhaled and turned to look out the window, hoping the view would distract me. It didn’t. The sky stretched endlessly around us, clouds rolling beneath like waves, but even that wasn’t enough to stop me from stealing glances at him. Big mistake.His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows reavealing strong forearms, his watch catching the soft cabin light as he absentmindedly tapped his thumb against his knee. He looked composed except for the grip on his phone, just tight enough to make me wonder. Was he feeling it too?

Jordan’s pov.Flashback (4 years ago)We were celebrating, after we just hit a new deal. Ryan and I had been working, having sleepless nights and tonight was meant to be our victory. Phoebe tagged along at my insistence. She loved the glam, the exictement, the way Ryan looked at her like she was the only one in the room. They had just started seeing each other, and even though I had my doubts, I kept them to myself. That night, the champagne flowed too freely. Music blared, laughter filled the air. I had one drink too many and handed Ryan the keys. Pheobe was too tired and needed to get home. I should have left them leave. Cause 20 minutes later, the crash happened. The police said Ryan was speeding on black ice, lost control, hit a guardrail, and spun into the ravine. He walked away with a broken arm and a cut above his brow. While pheobe couldn’t move.She was airlifted to the hospital, with internal bleeding, a collapsed lung and a severe spinal injury. The doctors said she m

Brittney’s pov.The moment I heard Jordan’s voice, I instinctively reached for my handkerchief, wiping my face in an hurry. I didn’t want him to see me like this. But he was already beside me. His warm palm cupped my cheek so gently that it made my breath hitch. “Britt… are you okay?”His eyes searched mine, his thumb brushing just beneath where a tear had fallen. There was concern in his gaze, mixed with frustration. Like he hated seeing me this way but didn’t know how to fix it. I let out a weak laugh trying to play it off. “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just going through my stuffs….. something flew into my eye. Lame, so lame. I didn’t even believe myself. His brows furrowed. “You sure?” I nodded and he studied me for a moment. “Thank God,” he murmured. His hand dropped from my face and reached for my hand. “C’mon let’s go to bed.” I hesistated, “I’m fine here.”“No, you’re not,” he said gently, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You need rest and that couch is evil.”I glanced