Jordan and Andi left Juice in the hall, sputtering questions. Jordan had told him not to worry about it and Andi brushed him off, telling him it was nothing. Juice had watched them leave, looking like he was going to explode. So it was only fitting that Jordan ended up looking at Andi the way an hour and a half later.
"Andi come on. you can't be serious." Jordan protested. Andi looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"Don't wine." She said simply, then sighed when Jordan kept staring at her. "I'm sorry Jordan. But this is a thing. It's the only way I can pass any kind of math." Jordan groaned and crossed her arms. She knew Andi was right. Ever since they got out of basic math, Andi had been staying after school the first few weeks at the beginning of every year to get a jump on the lessons.
"You can't make me walk home by myself, Andi. Not after what happened today." She looked down when Andi raised an eyebrow. "I'm not scared Andi. I just-Jax is out for blood."
"Jordan, he's not going to do anything to you, ok? Jax Teller is all talk." Andi responded. Jordan bit down on her lower lip and closed her eyes. of course Andi would say that. She wasn't the one caught up in the life of the MC for a year. She didn't witness half the stuff Jordan had and she sure didn't know about the things Jordan had done herself.
"Fine Andi, you win, ok? I'll walk by myself and you wont hear another word about it." Jordan grumbled grudgingly. Andi rolled her eyes, knowing full well Jordan was going to start in again as soon as Andi walked in the front door.
"Just relax. You can handle Jax." Jordan gave an exaggerated sigh and walked off with her head down. She had been walking for ten minutes when she heard a motorcycle behind her. She stopped, her muscles tensing as she turned, instantly relaxing when she saw Juice pulling to a stop next to her. He pulled his helmet off and raised an eyebrow.
"Walking?" He asked. Jordan rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"No, I'm driving my invisible car." She said sarcastically. Juice chuckled.
"What a ride?" He asked. She glanced at the bike and shook her head.
"No, I'm good." She said and turned to start walking again.
"You're a stubborn one, aint you?" Juice asked after she had taken three steps.
"Yeah, I am." She said looking over her shoulder at him. "I'm just a couple miles out. I'll be fine." Her voice cold, her tone formal, causing him to raise his eyebrows.
"You sure you don't want a ride?" He asked, unphased by her attitude. She bit back a groan.
"Yes. I'm sure. You already have enough to worry about. The last thing you need is for me to be on the back of your motorcycle." She told him. He gave her a skeptical look, which irritated her a little more.
"I'm not afraid of Jax." He said stubbornly. Jordan blew air between her lips and turned to fully face him.
"I'm not sayin you should be, Juice, I', just sayin watch your back. Being involved with me ain't gonna help you any." He continued to stare at her and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
"We're just friends Jordan." He told her and she sighed.
"It doesn't matter. I'm a very unbalanced individual. Bad for your health, friend or otherwise." She told him, her eyes searching his.
"Doesn't matter." He said simply, hitching his shoulder. She smiled cruelly and stepped towards him.
"Really? It doesn't matter that I've killed people? It doesn't matter that I've shot multiple people at point blank in the chest?" She put her face right up in his and threw her hands up. "It doesn't matter that I've shoved gun barrels into peoples mouths and blown their throats out? It doesn't matter that I've slit throats and cut off various body parts?" She asked he blinked in surprise, but his expression didn't change.
"I've seen worse in Queens." He responded. Jordan let out an irritated squeal and put her hands on her hips.
"But have you done worse?" She demanded, her eyes wide. When he didn't say anything, she dropped her arms to her sides. "That's what I thought." She said in a low voice.
"Jordan…" He started to say but she cut him off sharply.
"I'll walk." She snapped, her eyes still wide as she turned on her heel and hurried down the sidewalk, fighting every urge in her body to look back over her shoulder.
Ok, so I know this chapter and the one before it are kinda…well sucky for a lack of better words, but the next ones are gonna be great. I hope anyway. Read and review! I love hearing from you!
