Chapter 49-Breaking Up Inside

Chapter 49-Breaking Up Inside

Jordan found herself sitting on the balcony railing late that night. She thought back to how many nights she had done the same thing while she was in high school, going over old memories. Surprised at how far she had come, and how much she had missed, and how much was ahead of her. Her heart pounded in her chest as a fear set in, a fear she couldn't determine where it came from. She knew it was her own, but she didn't know why.

She jumped down from the balcony, landing gracefully. Avoiding the mansion's security system wasn't difficult…she had been trained by the best.

Jordan didn't know what compelled her to go into the city, but all she knew was that she needed a break. Only for a few hours. Walking downtown and uptown before entering a club.

Kurt shook Jordan awake, "Hey! It's after noon. Were you up late?" Jordan muttered and swatted his hand away, a throbbing headache and queasiness showing up as the first signs of a bad hangover. "Jordan?"

"I'm not feeling so great, Kurt," Jordan mumbled.

"Ah, that's not good. Did you want me to bring you anything."

Jordan's eyes opened wide, and she sprinted to the bathroom, losing whatever was left in her stomach. She didn't remember much of what happened after she entered the club. She had never drank anything more than a glass of wine or champagne but she remembered a few of the shots she had downed.

"Ah, suck it up, it was only a few drinks," she muttered in a French accent.

Jordan pulled herself to stand and look in the mirror, barely recognizing herself. Her eyes wandering over her reflection, "What's happening to me?"

"Hey! Listen, pal, she doesn't want to talk to you…Stop calling here!" Warren said loudly as Jordan was walking down the hall. She had slept half the afternoon away and was feeling good enough to get something to eat.

"Is that for me?" She asked.

Warren looked at her and covered the mouthpiece of the phone with his hand, "It's that French guy again. He calls at least once a day."

"Here, I'll handle it," Jordan said, reaching out for the phone.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Jordan said, taking the phone. "Beau?"

"Roxy Anne! My love!"

Jordan felt her heart race, at the sound of the name, the sound of his voice, "Beau, you can't keep calling here."

"Please…"

"Beau…I have those memories…of when I was Roxy. I'm sorry, but she was never real," Jordan said softly, almost feeling his pain as she told him. "I'm not her. I…I have a fiancé, a man I really love. Please, don't make this harder on yourself…forget about Roxy."

"I can't do that, mi amour."

"If you call again, Beau, I will contact the police. I have a lot of information they would love to hear about you. Please, don't make me betray the kindness Cleo showed me by doing that."

The line went dead, and Jordan hung it up. It hurt her to be so cruel to someone who cared for her. The next moment though, she considered really calling the police. Beau didn't care for her, he cared about Roxy…and like she told him, Roxy wasn't real.

"Oh, this is a beautiful dress," Kitty said, pointing at a picture.

"Yeah…I think I just want to keep everything simple," Jordan said, flipping through another bridal magazine half-heartedly.

"Come on, don't tell me you never had your fairytale wedding planned out?" Kitty said with a smile.

Jordan laughed, "A long time ago, but I stopped believing in fairytales."

"Ah, come on," Kitty gently elbowed her. "Want to hear mine? In it I'm marrying Prince Charming." Jordan burst out into giggles. "Give me a break, I was eight when I planned this. He rescues me on a white stallion, riding off with me in his arms, and confesses his undying love to me. We're married in a castle, thousands of flowers, a beautiful dress…and a handsome groom."

Jordan let her laughter die out, "I can't say mine was much different at that age. But like I said, I stopped believing in fairytales long ago. What I'm seeing is something simple. Outside behind the mansion would be nice. There is no one other than the X-men and students here I'd want to be with."

"Alright, what about a honeymoon? Anything special for that?"

"I definitely want to go somewhere. I can't seem to get my mind off of Paris lately, but I have to talk it over with Kurt."

"Paris would be awesome!" Kitty glowed.

"Yeah. We'll see, I mean it's going to be a few more months before this happens."

Kitty took her friend's hand, "I can't believe you are getting married! You and Kurt are going to be so happy together."

Jordan swallowed hard, returning Kitty's smile and nodding.

Over the next few weeks Jordan let Kitty drag her out shopping, looking at wedding dresses and tuxedos for the wedding. "Wow, look at that!" Kitty gasped at a gorgeous wedding gown hanging in a store window. "Now that is the perfect dress."

Jordan let out a low whistle. It was beautiful. Strapless and pure white, delicate lace and silk. "Wow," Jordan finally agreed with Kitty. "But I'm not into paying three grand for something I'm only going to wear once."

"Jordan, if you want it, get it," Logan said. "I have this whole thing covered, I want it to be special for you."

"Yeah, I appreciate that, Dad, but really, it's too much."

Another few weeks went by, and one morning when Jordan woke up she saw the dress hanging on her door. She was stunned, taking in the full detail of the dress before reading the note that was next to it. 'For you, with love.'

Jordan smiled, her father must have gone back to get it for her. She couldn't decide whether to thank him first, or try it on. She left her room, needing to show her gratitude to her father. She went downstairs, and found Remy and Rogue arguing.

"No, you aren't! I'll go if it's that important to you," Rogue snapped.

"Rogue, let me handle this. I know this person…"

"Yeah, how well is what I'd like to know."

"Everything alright?" Jordan asked, taking the last few steps slowly.

"I'm just going to check it out," Remy said softly. "I want to see if it's genuine or a copycat, that's all."

"Fine, go see if your girlfriend is still in business, I don't care." Rogue said, turning and walking away.

"Oh, that was rough," Jordan winced.

Gambit sighed, "Remember that Kissing Burglar I told you about a few months ago? Well, seems she has returned, actually stole something from Bayville last night."

Jordan's face paled, "Hm…well thieves really aren't our thing, Remy."

"This one is. I had a run in with her…she threatened me and Rogue." He ran a hand through his hair. "If she hit Bayville I'm worried she's trying to remind me to lay off."

"You didn't after she threatened Rogue?" Jordan said hotly. She remembered the night as Roxy clearly.

"I followed…but I never got that close again."

"What…What did they steal this time?"

"Some cash and a dress downtown," Gambit answered. "Pretty small stuff compared to what she usually did…that's why I'm thinking it's a copycat. I better go."

Jordan waited until Gambit left before she looked at the note again, and she turned it over to see a lip print in lipstick on the back. "Oh…god, I didn't."

Jordan raced back up the stairs, boxing up the dress and hiding it in her closet. Memories of the previous night came back to her, "Oh god…I did." She looked in the mirror, her face white as a ghost. "No…I am not Roxy. I am Jordan."

"Well, darling, we're two peas in the same pod, you could say," Jordan replied to herself in a French accent.

Jordan looked away from the mirror, "No! Dammit, I am Jordan Smith. Roxy isn't real. I am in control here."