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*A/N: Heya! Sorry that it took me so long to write this but I was really busy with tests. Anyway it's my turn again to write the next two chapters of this story. I hope you guys all like this!
~~**~~ love Miarae ~~**~~
After a long night of tossing and turning and mainly thinking about Jordan Rory woke up still feeling tired. If it hadn't been for the three reports she had to hand in today she would probably have stayed in bed. With her eyes closed she shuffled towards the showers, occasionally bumping into something, but the pain wasn't severe enough to force her eyes open.
She turned on the water and stripped down until she was naked in front of the mirror. This time she managed to open her eyes and reached out for the washcloth that was lying next to the sink. Her hand froze in midair as she noticed the obvious bruise at her cheek. Her fingers slowly reached out and mapped every inch of her abused flesh. She wished she hadn't opened her eyes.
After a long hot shower she felt a bit better and decided not to think about Jordan again. He probably had a really good excuse, like the ones she already had made up for him that night. She got dressed and tried to cover the bruise with make up, wishing Lane were there to help her, though she wouldn't know what to tell her. What could she say about it? It had been her fault right?
There she went again. Somehow she couldn't seem to get Jordan off her mind for one single second. Usually she didn't mind thinking about him, for it made her happy and smile, but now it just made her a little sad.
Forcing her thoughts to a different subject she started to collect the books that were shattered around her room. She only managed to find two of the reports that were due today and tried not to freak out. Frantically searching the room she eventually found the much needed report under the beautiful dress Jordan had bought for her. It was like she couldn't escape him. For some reason it made her feel suffocated and scared.
The box at the door just made it worse. She knew it was Jordans before she had even read the card that was attached to the rose on top of the box. It had "sorry-gift" written all over it. After smelling the beautiful white rose she started unwrapping the ribbon around the box. On top of some fabric she found a Snoopy card, with Snoopy holding up a heart which read "Sorry".
She took the card out and opened it.
Please forgive me. I would like to take you out to dinner tonight to
make up for it. Wear the dress I bought you. Love, Jordan.
She tried to think of how sweet it was, but his words didn't seem true enough. He didn't ask her if she wanted to go out, or if she wanted to wear the dress he bought her, he just ordered her to accept it.
Rory pulled the fabric out of the box and held her breath. The evening- dress was of a beautiful shade of purple and by the nametag she could see it was a real Gucci. Her heart tried to convince her that he was really sorry, that he only did this to make up for his mistake, but her head warned her not to let her guard down too soon.
She wanted to forgive him so much that she decided to meet him tonight. They would have dinner and maybe...maybe everything would be alright again. Maybe this was just a one time thing that they had to go through. Maybe now that this had happened they would live happily ever after and it would never happen again.
She tried so hard to believe it.
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She was all dressed up and ready to go. Jordan had called her to confirm their date, and said he would pick her up at exactly seven thirty. She knew he meant seven thirty on the dot, cause he was never late. Staring at her watch she wondered if maybe it was broken, but then she remembered it had been working fine all day. Jordan was now over fifteen minutes late and she wondered if he had decided not to drop by after all.
Suddenly she heard a car horn and ran to the window to look outside. Next to a white limousine stood Jordan, smiling and waving at her. She waved back before grabbing her purse and running downstairs. People started to appear from everywhere, walking out of their rooms to look at the lucky girl that was taken for a ride in the limousine.
Rory could hear girls whisper about how lucky she was.
**Yes** she thought
**I am lucky. I got a nice boyfriend. A boyfriend who does everything to keep me happy**
She smiled at Jordan and kissed him passionately, reclaiming the special connection between them and reassuring him that she had forgiven him. He smiled into the kiss and looked into her eyes, their foreheads touching.
"I'm sorry" He whispered.
Rory quickly put a finger on his lips and disavowed the doubts and hurt she had been feeling ever since it happened. She smiled at him and took his hand in hers. He smiled back before opening the door to allow her in the car.
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Rory felt slightly intimidated when she walked into the restaurant Jordan had made reservations in. It was so expensive! She now understood why he had wanted her to wear the evening-dress; everywhere there were men and women trying to outdo others by their often blatant jewelry and dresses. For a girl that was used to burgers and onionrings at Luke's this was a totally new world.
She looked at Jordan, who took her hand and smiled at her. She felt the uneasiness beginning to dissapear when he lead her to a table a bit away from all the people. She was just going to have a nice dinner with her boyfriend. No one would look at her and there was no need to feel selfconscious.
As if Jordan had picked up on her thoughts he kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear how beautiful she looked. Once again those butterflies were racing in her stomach. All feelings and fears of Jordan turning into psycho-boyfriend were quickly washed away. He was the perfect gentleman tonight. He even helped her out of her coat and into her chair. When he had made sure that she was comfortable he sat down opposite to her.
~~**~~
They spent most of their meal silently talking and holding hands, even when they were eating. For some reason they both felt the need to touch eachother, to make sure that this was real and not just a fantasy one of them dreamt up while trying to forget about their horrible fight. Rory couldn't help smiling at him. She felt perfectly at ease. Jordan was the perfect dinnerdate, he did everything he could to make her feel special.
When they walked out of the restaurant holding hands Jordan asked her where she wanted to go. Rory looked at the rented limousine and decided that she wanted to make the best use of the time they had left.
"How long is this limo ours?"
Jordan looked at his watch and then back at Rory.
"Just over another two hours. You want to drive around for a while?"
Rory smiled and nodded. Jordan opened the door and gave her a quick kiss before she sat down on the leather.
"I'll be right back...I saw something that would make this night even more special"
She smiled again, wanting to tell him that this night already was perfect and that nothing would ruin it. But he had already walked off, so she decided to check her hair and make-up in the mirror and allowed herself to think she was a famous popstar being driven to a big awardshow where ofcourse she had won all the big prizes there were to win. When Jordan came back he saw her do her best thankyouspeech in front of the mirror, pretending to be Britney Spears.
Rory heard a faint chuckle and looked up at Jordan with her cheeks red from embarrassment. He got next to her in the car and kissed her red cheek.
"You're beautiful"
Rory smiled again, suddenly not feeling so much like an idiot anymore. She tried to look around him to find out what he had hidden behind his back but he wouldn't let her. When she found out her attempts were in vain she put on her best pout.
This, ofcourse, did the trick. With a face that had "tadaa" written all over it Jordan showed her the big bottle of champagne he had purchased. Taking two glasses out of a small cabinet he poured some of the liquid into a glass before handing it to Rory.
He took his own glass and raised it.
"May I congratulate you with your award Miss Spears?"
Rory giggled and took a sip of the champagne.
"You may good sir"
Jordan smiled back at her and took a sip from his own glass. He sat down closer to Rory and put his hand on her leg, slowly rubbing circles over her flesh, which caused her body to warm up. She suddenly felt thirsty and downed her champagne in two seconds. Immediately Jordan took up the bottle and refilled her glass. She found the taste to her liking and kept on drinking, not realizing that she would soon be feeling drunk.
Jordan had only taken a few sips in the time that Rory had had three full glasses of champagne. She felt tired and slightly dizzy and gladly accepted the support his body gave her when she leaned into him. His hand was now around her waist and he caressed her side. Rory looked up at him and smiled, before closing her eyes and allowing his lips to descend on hers.
Jordan quickly took advantage of the situation Rory was in and kissed her passionately. Rory, who had only expected a quick peck on the mouth opened her eyes again and tried to push him away. She was tired and dizzy and in no mood to make out. But when she tried to shove him away he grabbed her hands and trapped them in one strong hand. His hand slid under her dress and carressed hips before forcing her legs apart. When he stopped kissing her for a second to breathe she started to scream. She no longer tried to explain that she wasn't in the mood, instead she screamed for the driver to stop as loud as she could.
Just like the first time she hadn't seen it coming. Again she felt a burning sensation on her cheek, this time almost familiar. Tears sprung in her eyes and she tried to push him away again when the car suddenly came to a halt.
This startled him, which gave Rory the opportunity to grab her purse and open the door. She got out of the car and started running on her high heels, with tears blurring her sight and her cheek stinging.
How Rory found the way back to her dorm she couldn't remember. When she arrived she threw herself down on the bed, allowing the cool satin to ease the stinging pain on her cheek. Closing her eyes she cried herself to sleep.
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A/N: I hope this was any good! Please review!!!
*A/N: Heya! Sorry that it took me so long to write this but I was really busy with tests. Anyway it's my turn again to write the next two chapters of this story. I hope you guys all like this!
~~**~~ love Miarae ~~**~~
After a long night of tossing and turning and mainly thinking about Jordan Rory woke up still feeling tired. If it hadn't been for the three reports she had to hand in today she would probably have stayed in bed. With her eyes closed she shuffled towards the showers, occasionally bumping into something, but the pain wasn't severe enough to force her eyes open.
She turned on the water and stripped down until she was naked in front of the mirror. This time she managed to open her eyes and reached out for the washcloth that was lying next to the sink. Her hand froze in midair as she noticed the obvious bruise at her cheek. Her fingers slowly reached out and mapped every inch of her abused flesh. She wished she hadn't opened her eyes.
After a long hot shower she felt a bit better and decided not to think about Jordan again. He probably had a really good excuse, like the ones she already had made up for him that night. She got dressed and tried to cover the bruise with make up, wishing Lane were there to help her, though she wouldn't know what to tell her. What could she say about it? It had been her fault right?
There she went again. Somehow she couldn't seem to get Jordan off her mind for one single second. Usually she didn't mind thinking about him, for it made her happy and smile, but now it just made her a little sad.
Forcing her thoughts to a different subject she started to collect the books that were shattered around her room. She only managed to find two of the reports that were due today and tried not to freak out. Frantically searching the room she eventually found the much needed report under the beautiful dress Jordan had bought for her. It was like she couldn't escape him. For some reason it made her feel suffocated and scared.
The box at the door just made it worse. She knew it was Jordans before she had even read the card that was attached to the rose on top of the box. It had "sorry-gift" written all over it. After smelling the beautiful white rose she started unwrapping the ribbon around the box. On top of some fabric she found a Snoopy card, with Snoopy holding up a heart which read "Sorry".
She took the card out and opened it.
Please forgive me. I would like to take you out to dinner tonight to
make up for it. Wear the dress I bought you. Love, Jordan.
She tried to think of how sweet it was, but his words didn't seem true enough. He didn't ask her if she wanted to go out, or if she wanted to wear the dress he bought her, he just ordered her to accept it.
Rory pulled the fabric out of the box and held her breath. The evening- dress was of a beautiful shade of purple and by the nametag she could see it was a real Gucci. Her heart tried to convince her that he was really sorry, that he only did this to make up for his mistake, but her head warned her not to let her guard down too soon.
She wanted to forgive him so much that she decided to meet him tonight. They would have dinner and maybe...maybe everything would be alright again. Maybe this was just a one time thing that they had to go through. Maybe now that this had happened they would live happily ever after and it would never happen again.
She tried so hard to believe it.
~~**~~
She was all dressed up and ready to go. Jordan had called her to confirm their date, and said he would pick her up at exactly seven thirty. She knew he meant seven thirty on the dot, cause he was never late. Staring at her watch she wondered if maybe it was broken, but then she remembered it had been working fine all day. Jordan was now over fifteen minutes late and she wondered if he had decided not to drop by after all.
Suddenly she heard a car horn and ran to the window to look outside. Next to a white limousine stood Jordan, smiling and waving at her. She waved back before grabbing her purse and running downstairs. People started to appear from everywhere, walking out of their rooms to look at the lucky girl that was taken for a ride in the limousine.
Rory could hear girls whisper about how lucky she was.
**Yes** she thought
**I am lucky. I got a nice boyfriend. A boyfriend who does everything to keep me happy**
She smiled at Jordan and kissed him passionately, reclaiming the special connection between them and reassuring him that she had forgiven him. He smiled into the kiss and looked into her eyes, their foreheads touching.
"I'm sorry" He whispered.
Rory quickly put a finger on his lips and disavowed the doubts and hurt she had been feeling ever since it happened. She smiled at him and took his hand in hers. He smiled back before opening the door to allow her in the car.
~~**~~
Rory felt slightly intimidated when she walked into the restaurant Jordan had made reservations in. It was so expensive! She now understood why he had wanted her to wear the evening-dress; everywhere there were men and women trying to outdo others by their often blatant jewelry and dresses. For a girl that was used to burgers and onionrings at Luke's this was a totally new world.
She looked at Jordan, who took her hand and smiled at her. She felt the uneasiness beginning to dissapear when he lead her to a table a bit away from all the people. She was just going to have a nice dinner with her boyfriend. No one would look at her and there was no need to feel selfconscious.
As if Jordan had picked up on her thoughts he kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear how beautiful she looked. Once again those butterflies were racing in her stomach. All feelings and fears of Jordan turning into psycho-boyfriend were quickly washed away. He was the perfect gentleman tonight. He even helped her out of her coat and into her chair. When he had made sure that she was comfortable he sat down opposite to her.
~~**~~
They spent most of their meal silently talking and holding hands, even when they were eating. For some reason they both felt the need to touch eachother, to make sure that this was real and not just a fantasy one of them dreamt up while trying to forget about their horrible fight. Rory couldn't help smiling at him. She felt perfectly at ease. Jordan was the perfect dinnerdate, he did everything he could to make her feel special.
When they walked out of the restaurant holding hands Jordan asked her where she wanted to go. Rory looked at the rented limousine and decided that she wanted to make the best use of the time they had left.
"How long is this limo ours?"
Jordan looked at his watch and then back at Rory.
"Just over another two hours. You want to drive around for a while?"
Rory smiled and nodded. Jordan opened the door and gave her a quick kiss before she sat down on the leather.
"I'll be right back...I saw something that would make this night even more special"
She smiled again, wanting to tell him that this night already was perfect and that nothing would ruin it. But he had already walked off, so she decided to check her hair and make-up in the mirror and allowed herself to think she was a famous popstar being driven to a big awardshow where ofcourse she had won all the big prizes there were to win. When Jordan came back he saw her do her best thankyouspeech in front of the mirror, pretending to be Britney Spears.
Rory heard a faint chuckle and looked up at Jordan with her cheeks red from embarrassment. He got next to her in the car and kissed her red cheek.
"You're beautiful"
Rory smiled again, suddenly not feeling so much like an idiot anymore. She tried to look around him to find out what he had hidden behind his back but he wouldn't let her. When she found out her attempts were in vain she put on her best pout.
This, ofcourse, did the trick. With a face that had "tadaa" written all over it Jordan showed her the big bottle of champagne he had purchased. Taking two glasses out of a small cabinet he poured some of the liquid into a glass before handing it to Rory.
He took his own glass and raised it.
"May I congratulate you with your award Miss Spears?"
Rory giggled and took a sip of the champagne.
"You may good sir"
Jordan smiled back at her and took a sip from his own glass. He sat down closer to Rory and put his hand on her leg, slowly rubbing circles over her flesh, which caused her body to warm up. She suddenly felt thirsty and downed her champagne in two seconds. Immediately Jordan took up the bottle and refilled her glass. She found the taste to her liking and kept on drinking, not realizing that she would soon be feeling drunk.
Jordan had only taken a few sips in the time that Rory had had three full glasses of champagne. She felt tired and slightly dizzy and gladly accepted the support his body gave her when she leaned into him. His hand was now around her waist and he caressed her side. Rory looked up at him and smiled, before closing her eyes and allowing his lips to descend on hers.
Jordan quickly took advantage of the situation Rory was in and kissed her passionately. Rory, who had only expected a quick peck on the mouth opened her eyes again and tried to push him away. She was tired and dizzy and in no mood to make out. But when she tried to shove him away he grabbed her hands and trapped them in one strong hand. His hand slid under her dress and carressed hips before forcing her legs apart. When he stopped kissing her for a second to breathe she started to scream. She no longer tried to explain that she wasn't in the mood, instead she screamed for the driver to stop as loud as she could.
Just like the first time she hadn't seen it coming. Again she felt a burning sensation on her cheek, this time almost familiar. Tears sprung in her eyes and she tried to push him away again when the car suddenly came to a halt.
This startled him, which gave Rory the opportunity to grab her purse and open the door. She got out of the car and started running on her high heels, with tears blurring her sight and her cheek stinging.
How Rory found the way back to her dorm she couldn't remember. When she arrived she threw herself down on the bed, allowing the cool satin to ease the stinging pain on her cheek. Closing her eyes she cried herself to sleep.
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A/N: I hope this was any good! Please review!!!