You know how sometimes when you're with someone silence can be completely comfortable and relaxing? Well, sitting in Jordan's car as we left Brian was not one of those silences.
I was staring out the window but out of the corner of my eye I could see Jordan looking at me. I couldn't meet his eyes. It seemed like if I looked at him he would see all the anger and hurt and confusion I was feeling. Jordan could be completely blind sometimes, but at other times he's able to read me like a book. Then again that could be my fault.
I expected him to take me to the loft, or maybe Vertigo…somewhere he would go off with his friends and leave me alone. That's why it was a surprise when he suddenly pulled the car over and stopped it. I looked around.
"So…is something wrong?"
I stared out the window, "No."
"You seem mad or somethin'."
"I said I was fine Jordan." That's such a lie. I glanced at him quickly. He was biting his thumbnail and staring at me. He frowned when he saw my face.
"I thought you weren't, like, mad about Ray…that thing anymore."
I sighed, "Everything's not okay between us just because we kissed. You lied to me."
He tilted his head and cleared his throat, "What…what are you talkin' about?"
I turned and stared at him. He met my eyes for a few seconds but his gaze faltered and he looked away. I shook my head in disappointment and looked out the window again, "Never mind. Just- can you just take me home?"
He bit his lip for a second and then muttered, "Whatever." He started the car and we drove home in an even more uncomfortable silence. When he pulled up in front of my house I got out and shut the door without speaking. There wasn't anything to say. For every step I took towards my house my heart was screaming at me to stop. Wait, it said. It doesn't matter that he didn't write the letter. This is Jordan Catalano. You can't just walk away from him. But I was. I needed him to admit that Brian wrote the letter. I needed to know that I meant enough to him for him to come after me.
AN: ya know, it's a lot harder to write in Angela's pov than I thought it would be. I don't think I did a particularly good job either. This would be so much easier in script form. Oh well, I tried.