Chapter 4: Unexpected Situation
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN MY SO CALLED LIFE!!!
I sat in Jordan's car at exactly 8:15am. The winter was almost over but it was still chilly. I held onto his hand as he drove slowly to school. I never wanted to leave. It was all to perfect. I was so glad. Jordan looked over at me and squeezed my hand a little tighter. I laid my head against the car window and watched as we passed the beautiful scenery of the winter trees and skies. We reached a stoplight and Jordan looked back at me. "You look beautiful." Jordan smiled. I blushed and smiled back. In less than 15 minutes we were at the school's parking lot.
"Hey Catalano what's up!" His friend Christian shouted. His nose was wrapped in a bandage. I let go of Jordan's hand knowing he'd do it soon anyway. "I'll be right back I promise." Jordan walked up to his friends. I could tell Christian was talking about me. He kept giving me dirty looks and laughing afterwards. I left and walked into the school. I wasn't going to be a display for a bunch of idiotic bastards. I dropped my chemistry book and kneeled down to pick it up. Not before somebody else did. I looked up and saw Brian. "Oh hey." I replied and grabbed my chemistry book. "Hey so how are you today?" Brian asked. "Pretty good." I replied as I went up the stairs of the school. Brian accompanied me to my locker, something I wished Jordan would consider doing. "So Angela about Jordan. I…I hated what he did to you. You, you deserve so much better." Brian stuttered. "Thanks Brian but I really don't want to talk about this now. I'll see you later." I replied and locked my locker. I left and Brian stood there…hopeless. The way I was.
I sat in Chemistry and wrote down every single word that Mr. Fried had written on the board. I wasn't even worrying about the class. I just wanted to see Jordan and his expression to the way I reacted this morning. I did have a right to react that way didn't I? He deserved it for flat leaving me and pretending that I didn't mean shit, again. "Ms. Chase there's a note that the monitor sent here." The teacher called me and I retrieved the note and went back to my seat. I opened it and read:
Angella,
I know it started off pretty stupid this morning. And I apologize. I know I'm always apologizing for all of this. And it's just this is all new to me. Yea I was kind of childish this morning but old habits die hard right? Forget I said that. I really do like you Angella and maybe I don't show it. Meet me in the boiler room so we can talk
JORDAN
I crumbled the letter. What kind of asshole does he think he is? Old habits die-hard? Is this some kind of joke? I won't be stood up! Not anymore!
Like usual I ended up in the boiler room waiting for him. I heard footsteps and I saw his figure moving through the little bit of light. "Why'd you make me meet you here?" I asked. "It's cool and secretive don't you think?" The voice didn't seem to belong Jordan. "Who's here?" I began to get nervous. "Don't worry about that Ang." The voice got closer. I stood up and tried to leave but a heavy hand pushed me to the floor. "Stop please who are you!!" I yelled. The person laid on top of me trying to unbutton my blouse. They smacked me several times. "JORDAN!!!!" I screamed. "Nobody can hear you Ang. The doors soundproof." The voice was raspy and I cried. "No stop!" I cried as they opened my entire blouse. They kissed my neck furiously and it hurt so badly. I pushed them off with all my strength and ran out of the room. The door opened and there stood Jordan. I pushed past him and ran away as far as I could. I could hear Jordan in the distance calling my name. How could he had set me up this way? How?
Rayane saw a red headed girl run out the doors of the school. She knew right off the bat that it was Angela. Rayane ran after her. "Angela!" She shouted and finally caught up with her. Her blouse was open and there were bruises on her face. "Rayane." I threw myself onto her and cried so hard. "What happened to you?" Rayane asked. "Rayane…I was so scared. I was so scared." Was all I could say as I sobbed. Rayane hugged me tighter. I felt so abused and dead inside. Why did I even go to that stupid boiler room. The guy I thought I loved set me up. "Don't cry Ang we'll find out who did this to you I promise." Rayane whispered.
Jordan ran down the steps of the boiler room and saw Christian lying on the floor. "You bastard what did you do to Angela?" Jordan grabbed Christian's collar and lifted him up. "Angela was looking for you. She got a little piece of the Chris-o-meter." Christian laughed. Jordan punched him. "What the hell is wrong with you. Don't you ever lay a hand on Angela again you understand?" Jordan punched him again. "Get the hell off of me man! You and that weird chick don't even fit together. I was just helping you." Christian pushed Jordan off and punched him. "Next time you ever touch me Catalano, you'll regret it! That I promise you." Christian stumbled up the steps and left. Jordan stood there alone and worried about Angela.
Rayane held me and let me cry. About 10 minutes had passed and I was still sobbing. "I don't know why I went Rayane. I don't know why." I tried to stop the tears from falling but they wouldn't come down. They just wouldn't. "I'm here Angela. There's nothing to worry about anymore." Rayane patted my back and I felt safer. That was until Jordan showed up. Rayane stood up and blocked me from him. "Please Rayane let me speak with her." Jordan breathed. "No so you could set her up to believe some stupid lame excuse and get her hurt again? Do you see what happened to her? Do you see what you and your bastard of a friend have to done to her? Are you satisfied with yourselves huh? Come on Catalano let it all out. You hurt her so might as well spit out the freaking truth for God's sake." Rayane was shouting like a maniac. Jordan looked over at me and I couldn't look away. "Rayane I didn't know. And that note. I never knew about it until now. I never tried that and why would I hurt Angela like that? Huh answer me that. I'm not heartless alright?" Jordan was getting angrier about the accusations being thrown at him. "Stop okay. Rayane let me talk this out with him please." I stood up and looked him square in the eye. Rayane gave him a dirty look and left.
I felt the coldness against my ripped blouse. I shivered a little but mainly from the butterflies in my stomach. "Look Angela I didn't know he was planning that stupid joke of his. If I knew I'd never let him. I'm really sorry." Jordan tried to hug me but I pulled away. "He was talking about me today wasn't he?" I asked calmly. "Yes he was." Jordan looked down at his sneakers. "I knew it." I stood up. "But you left so quick that you didn't hear me tell him that if another stupid comment about you came out his mouth I'd assure him that is nose isn't the only part of him that's going to be bandaged. Angela, I try I really do. I'm kind of new at this so please understand." Jordan stood up and I met him at eye level. He hugged me and this time I didn't pull away. I needed his embrace, his touch against my bare skin. I cried again deep inside of his jacket. He hugged me tight and I felt like the heavens were blessing me somehow. "I was scared, so scared." I whispered. "I know Angela but I'm here now. Nobody's going to hurt you I promise." Jordan whispered back. I cried so hard that I couldn't stop. We stood there like that for a while without words being spoken just my muffled sobs in the winter afternoon.
A/N: Dramatic right? Next chapter I'll slow things down and make Jordan and Angela live a little peaceful (LOL) and you believed me?