A/N: This is the last bit of this story I have written out, so you know. The rest will be winging it. That just seems to be easier than writing then typing. R/R.

Chapter 9:

Averman and the Ducks' Night on the Town.

It's right about midnight. I can't sleep, so I decided to write another journal entry. Here's what happened to night.

Ken, Goldie, Russ, Dwayne, and I all walked to a Pizza Hut a few blocks from campus. We were about to go in, when a car horn resounded through the parking lot. We turned to look at the vehicle. It was Charlie's Taurus and inside were Portman, Fulton, Adam, and Charlie (obviously).

We waited for them by the door and went in together.

"What are y'all doin' here?" Dwayne asked.

"Getting food, obviously." Charlie grinned at the cowboy.

We waited inside, scoping the place out. It was about eight o'clock. There was nobody inside, except the staff and a girl sprawled in a booth near the back of the room. She was reading.

A waitress came up and showed us to a table near the reading girl's booth. She looked familiar. Of course, I couldn't see her face; her book was in the way.

Adam recognized her, though.

"Jordan?" He looked at the girl.

The girl's muscles tensed, but she ignore Adam.

"Jordan," he said in a knowing voice. "What are you hiding for?"

Jordan ignored him yet again. She just calmly turned the page in her book and continued reading.

By that time, every one of us was staring at her. Adam shook his head in exasperation and stood up. He walked over to the booth.

"Jordan. Answer me," he said, insistently. He pulled the book away, and sure enough, there sat a flustered Jordan McGill.

"Hey, Adam. What's goin' on?" She shrugged as if she'd just realized he was there.

"Nothin.'" Adam sat down across from her and smiled.

"Cool."

Then the two of them just sat there, looking at each other. The rest of us looked from Jordan to Adam, wondering what was going on. Portman kept looking more upset with every second of silence.

Portman stood up next to the seat Jordan's feet were occupying. He cleared his throat. Jordan snapped back to reality and looked up at him.

"Hey, Portman." She looked past him to the rest of us. "Guys."

The waitress brought out a huge pepperoni pizza to Jordan's table. "Here you go, hun."

"Thanks."

Jordan took two pieces. She bit into one and got sauce all over her face. Portman, who was now seated beside her, looked mystified. Adam looked amused, as if he'd seen this before, though he probably had, being friends with Chad and all. The rest of us just looked confused. You could tell there was something freaky going on.

"So," Charlie said, breaking the silence, "you needed out of your dorm, too, uh?" He sat down next to Banks.

"MMM, 'ell, 'eah, o giss su." Jordan was talking with her mouth so full; none of us could understand her.

"Sorry, but what did you say?" Russ asked, pulling up a table next to the booth, so all of us could chill together.

"She said, 'mmm, well, yeah, I guess so.' Duh!" Adam turned his attention back to the football player. "Right, Jordi?"

She gave him the evil eye, but nodded her head, anyway.

"Sorry, my bad. I forgot you didn't like that nickname." He held up his hands in forgiveness.

Jordan swallowed. "You are forgiven, but just barely." She shook her head in aggravation. "I hate that name. It reminds me of that stupid talking pig."

Portman looked from Banks's smiling face to Jordan's blushing cheeks. "You two were pretty close, uh?"

"Well," Banks started, grinning devilishly at Jordan.

"He was my brother's best friend for a while." She glared at him yet again.

"I wasn't just his best friend, Jordi. You know that." He was staring straight at her.

I was getting a little nervous. Jordan looked like she was about to kill him. So I opened my big mouth. "What, Banksy? Were you his boyfriend too?"

Adam shot a look in my direction. Then he laughed. "Close, Averman. Very close."

"You know what?" Jordan stood up and pushed Portman out of the booth. "I've got to get going, okay? Great talking to all of you. Bye!"

She grabbed her book from Ken and Goldie (they were reading the back) signaled for the waitress to meet her at the register and took a hold of the pizza pan. The hot pizza pan.

"Shit!!" She screamed as she dropped it back onto the table. "Oh, damn it!!"

Adam practically jumped over Charlie to get to her. He took her burnt hands in his and looked at the injury. "Damn, girl. This is bad." Then he dug an ice cube out of her pop and placed it on the burn. "You dummy. You know better than to grab a hot pan." He was caressing her hand.

"Thank you, Adam. I'm fine now." She looked up at him and he stared straight back.

I glanced in Portman's direction. He was glaring at Adam now. He knew there was something going on. Something that would take Jordan away from him.

"You heard her, Banksy. She's fine. Let her leave." Portman stood up.

"Butt out, Portman. She got burned, dude." Fulton sat his best friend back down. Then I heard him whisper, "Let it go. They're old friends."

Apparently, they are really good old friends. Because in the next second, Adam was kissing her. I looked at Portman, who looked like he was going to kill Adam. So, I butted in again.

"Geez, you two. Get a room." I laughed nervously.

Jordan pulled away from Adam. "You prick! Don't you ever do that again!" She slapped him across the face with her book, grabbed the pad under the pizza pan, picked it up, and stomped off.

"Oww. God damn it!" Adam put his cold hand on his face and fell onto the table in pain.

Portman, now grinning from ear to ear, looked after Jordan. "What a great gal!"

Adam glared at him. "What do you mean, 'what a great gal!'?"

"Well, don't be mad. She obviously doesn't want you." Portman leaned back in his seat and put his hands behind his head.

"Don't get your hopes up, Portman. I don't want you either." Jordan yelled this from the front of the room and exited the restaurant.

"I'm going after her. She's my friend." Adam stood up and left the Pizza Hut, too.

After we'd ordered and finished half our meal, Portman, very sulkily, left the building. Charlie and Fulton exchanged amused looks, while Goldie and Dwayne fought over the rest of the Hawaiian pizza.

"Well, it looks like Eden Hall is turning into a soap opera." They laughed at me hysterically as we all chipped in to pay our part of the check. Then, we trashed Varsity's dorms with shaving cream and toilet paper. Gotta get some zzz's.

A/N: There's chapter 9. Enjoy, and R/R. ~Nelli~