Lol, something wasn't right with this chapter so i had to fix it... spot the difference!

Hello again. Long time no see. Sorry it took a while, but it was hard to write this chapter. I started writing this story knowing exactly what was happening at the beginning and the end… but the middle bits are like hmmmmmmmm. However, I sat down and wrote it, and I don't think it's that bad.

I just want to say an enormous thank you to everyone who reviewed. I could never have anticipated the lovely response I got from the first chapter, and I just hope you all like this chapter just as much.

And also, I forgot to mention in the first chapter that this story is set after Intruded, like maybe a month after. Although, I must stress that it soooooooo not a post-intruded fic, if you wanna read a post-intruded fic then read my other story 'He Intruded Into My Heart…' Point is, Devan and Woody haven't gone out (deja past) so Jordan couldn't really have seen this coming ok?

And also, when I say 4 weeks earlier, it's one week after the last chapter, because that was 5 weeks earlier… following?

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He was leaving.

And Devan was going with him.

> > > > >

4 weeks earlier…

Enough was enough. She had to see him. Life was so lonely without a friend.

Woody heard his office door open and he looked up to see who it was.

"Hey Jordan."

"Hey, I wanted to apologise-"

"No, I need to. It wasn't fair of me to put that pressure on you-"

"No, listen. I shouldn't have snapped at you last week. I've spent the past seven days avoiding you and I've felt like a complete arsehole and a total bitch. I've been a terrible friend, Woody. You're in a mess right now and I pushed you away. I thought about it and I realised I can be that friend for you."

"Wait, are you sure because I don't want to be a burden…"

"Positive." Of course she was. Things had been going well between her and Woody, and now her chances of being with him were slipping through her fingers. She had to hold onto the friendship; she couldn't lose him altogether.

They sat down and started to talk.

"So, have you talked to Devan much about it all?"

"I've kind of been avoiding her…"

And he wasn't the only one. Jordan had also been avoiding her, it was just too painful to see her, knowing she was carrying Woody's baby. She honestly didn't know what was worse, that, or what must have happened between Devan and Woody for this to happen. I mean, Jordan hadn't even been there with Woody…

"Um Woody, when did you and Devan… you know?"

It had been the night of the Governors Ball; well he had thought it was.
It turned out, he had been a week off.

Devan had offered to buy him a drink, and he accepted. What harm could it do?

He'd had a drink. And another. And another.

He was trying to drink away the pain.
The pain he felt when he looked at Devan's eyes.
They were green, and each time he looked at them, it was a reality check.
She was not Jordan.

It wasn't Jordan who was being so readable with her emotions.
It wasn't Jordan who was openly flirting with him.
It was someone else.

However, with each drink, the less he seemed to care…

He had woken up with a splitting headache, major regrets and Devan Maguire in his bed.

He had told her right then and there that it had been a mistake.
They could be friends but he really wasn't at all interested in anything more.

Of course, Jordan got the uncomplicated version. Governors Ball… wrong week… drinks with Devan… too many drinks… big mistake.

"I'm so sorry Jordan. I never thought anything would come of it, I feel so stupid."

"It's ok, we all make mistakes. I know I have. But I've just got one question. Where do you and I fit into this picture? I mean, it's not like we're lovers, but I thought we had something. Something a bit more that just a friendship."

Now, if Jordan had said that a month or two ago, Woody would have told her that he was never going to let her go. They would have shared a passionate kiss, the first of many, and now they would be lovers. Furthermore, Devan would not be pregnant.

But she hadn't said it a month or two ago.

"I don't know where we fit in this, Jordan."

And they sat there with a silent understanding that things could never be as they could have.