A/N: Well, I haven't updated this one in a while. I just reread it all and decided to type another chappie. So here you go, Chapter number ten!!

Chapter 10:

Adam's Old Feelings.

Well, it's about twelve o'clock and I'm lying wide-awake in my dorm room. Charlie has been asleep for awhile now. I just can't get what happened out of my head.

Charlie and I picked up Portman and Fulton earlier tonight. We all crammed into Charlie's small Taurus and drove to the Pizza Hut off-campus. When we got there, we saw Russ, Ken, Goldberg, Dwayne and Averman going inside. They waited for us and we all went in together.

As we were being led to a table, I noticed a girl sprawled in the back booth, reading a book. It was a book of Grimm's Fairy Tales. I looked at the girl's hair color, and noticed it was red. Then I looked at her left arm; there was a scar on it.

That looks just like the scar Jordan got when we went sledding when we first started dating, I thought. Grimm's fairy tales were always her favorite.

A smile slowly broke on my face.

"Jordan?" I looked at her. I saw the girl's muscles tense, but she ignored me. I started again. "Jordan, what are you hiding for?"

She ignored me yet again. She just turned the page in her book and continued reading.

"Jordan. Answer me," I said, insistently, as I shook my head in exasperation and walked over to her booth. I 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 I was there, though I knew full well that she was just ignoring me.

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

"Cool." She didn't return my grin, but instead nodded in a casual manner.

Then we sat there, looking at each other. I could feel the guys looking at us questioningly. I knew Portman had to be looking more upset with every second of silence. Then, he stood up next to the seat Jordan's feet were occupying. He cleared his throat. That brought Jordan back to reality and she 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. I couldn't help but look amused, seeing as how I'd seen her down an entire extra-large pizza before, when we were younger. The rest of the guys just looked confused.

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

"MMM, 'ell, 'eah, o giss su." Jordan was talking with her mouth so full; none of the guys could understand her. I grinned again.

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

"She said, 'mmm, well, yeah, I guess so.' Duh!" I turned my attention back to her. "Right, Jordi?"

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

"Sorry, my bad. I forgot you didn't like that nickname." I held up my hands in a 'Please forgive me' way.

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 my smiling face to Jordan's blushing cheeks. "You two were pretty close, uh?"

"Well," I started, grinning menacingly at Jordan, threatening to spill the beans.

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

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

Jordan looked like she was about to kill me, but thankfully Averman opened his big mouth. "What, Banksy? Were you his boyfriend too?"

I shot a look at him. Then I laughed. He'd said exactly what I hoped he would "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 Goldberg, who had been reading the back, signaled for the waitress to meet her at the register and took a hold of the pizza pan. Apparently it was still warm.

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

I jumped over Charlie to get to her. I took her burnt hands in mine and looked at them. "Damn, girl. This is bad." Then I 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." I couldn't help it; I began to caress her hand.

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

I could feel everyone staring; I didn't care. I knew there was something still between us. I could feel it.

"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."

In that instant, all the old feelings came pouring back. I couldn't help what I did next. I just grabbed Jordan in my arms and kissed her. I knew Portman was probably shooting daggers my way, but I didn't care.

"Geez, you two. Get a room." Averman laughed to try and ease the tension.

Jordan pulled away from me, fury written all over her face. I obviously had done something wrong, because she said, "You prick! Don't you ever do that again!" She slapped me across the face with her book, grabbed the pad under the pizza pan, picked it up, and stomped off.

"Oww. God damn it!" I put my cold hand on the red spot on my face and fell onto the table in pain. She was really strong.

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

I 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 is my friend." I stood up and raced out of the Pizza Hut, too. I probably left some pretty confused Ducks in my wake, but whatever.

I followed Jordan through the parking lot and down the next block.

Her paced slowed to a stop. "Is there any particular reason you are following me, Mr. Banks?" She turned to face me, pizza box in one hand, book in the other.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" I walked up to her, concern covering my features.

"Don't act all gushy and concerned now!" Her eyes narrowed to slits. "You never gave a damn about me six years ago." She turned on her heel and began to walk again.

"Jordan, that's not true and you know it!" I raced after her.

"Oh, really?" She whirled on me. "So you paid attention to me, right?"

"Yes, I did." I nodded my head.

"All right. Then what's my middle name?" She raised an eyebrow in my direction. "When's my birthday? What's my favorite color?" She stared at me.

I looked thoughtful for a moment. I closed my eyes in concentration to try and remember.

"Uh, huh. That's what I thought."

I opened my eyes and saw her walking away. "Elizabeth."

She stopped. I saw her intake sharply.

I began to walk toward her. "June twentieth." I stopped and turned her around. "Fire engine red."

Jordan's eyes were bright with unshed tears. "You remembered after all this time?"

I grinned. "How could I forget?" My grin kind of faded. "You would never let me."

She laughed and hit me, remembering all the times she'd reminded me of those things when we were younger. "Shut up!"

I laughed too and we began to head back to campus. We talked and reminiscenced all the way there. She really hadn't changed. Not much.

I walked her to her dorm. We turned to face each other just as we reached the door.

"So," I began, "how's Chad doing?"

Jordan's smile faded, her eyes became cold. "You would know if you were still talking to him, wouldn't you?" Then she stormed into the dorm.

"Jordan? Jordan!" I banged on the door. "What did I say?"

As I walked away, silently kicking myself, I thought I almost could hear Jordan crying behind the closed door.

That about does it. I still can't believe I kissed her. I seriously thought all those feelings were gone. Guess not. Good night.

A/N: Well that was pretty good. It was longer than most of the other chapters. Hope y'all liked it! Nellie (Have you ever noticed that I sign my name two ways: Nelli and Nellie? Weird!!)