Chapter 7

She couldn't believe that Jordan was jealous of Ethan. He was only eleven. Did he really think that he stood a chance with her? Ha! Not in a million years. She knew that he was only five years age difference, but he was five years too young. Maybe, if he was older, things might be different. No, probably not even then. He was cute and all, but Sabine was with Ethan, there was nothing that would stand in her way, when it comes to him.

Sabine searched the entire academy for Jordan. She had almost given up, when it dawned on her, that he quite probably was up on the third floor balcony. He did mention that was his hiding space for years. She didn't know how that could have slipped her mind. If she would have thought of the third floor balcony sooner, that would have been one of the first places she would have looked.

Wasting no more time, Sabine skipped the rest of the way to the balcony. She arrived and quietly peered onto the balcony and was relieved when she saw him leaning over the ledge. His arms were outstretched and he appeared to be tearing something up.

Taking a deep breath, Sabine made her way to Jordan. She couldn't help but wonder if coming up here would be such a great idea. Well, it was too late now. He probably heard her coming before she was outside. "Jordan," she whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder, which he tried to shrug off and move away from her. She didn't like to admit this, but that kind of really annoyed her, even though she knew it shouldn't have. "Look at me, Jordan!" She tried turning his shoulders so that he was facing her.

"Go away," he murmured. "Can't you see that I want to be alone?" He turned away again, and pulled another piece of paper out of his pocket and began to tear it in half.

Sabine was curious now. She had to know what was on that paper. "What is that?" She asked curiously, as she tried taking it from his hand.

"Nothing," he murmured, but it was too late. Sabine had managed to snatch the paper from his hands, and regretted it as soon as she did that. What was on the paper was her face. It was a drawing—a really good drawing of her. There was so much detail in the drawing that it made her want to cry. He managed to capture her blushing slightly, and her eyes were looking downward, as if trying to avoid contact with someone. And the grin on her face was the same grin she wore whenever Ethan flirted with her.

"Is this me?" She stupidly asked, when she knew very well that it was indeed her. She hoped that by asking, Jordan, it would distract him.

Jordan nodded slowly, trying to avoid her gaze at all cost. "Yeah," he whispered.

"It's beautiful," she told him truthfully.

His face lit up when she said that and he smiled. Sabine couldn't help but sigh in relief. Good, it would be easier talking to him when he was happy. "Do you really like it?"

What kind of question was that? It was a stupid one, that was for sure. Nobody had ever done anything like that for her in her entire life. It was a sweet gesture on his part. "Of course I like it, you silly goose," she smiled, as she ruffled up his hair. "May I keep it?" She asked, hugging the drawing to her chest. It was a clever lie and she only hoped that Jordan would fall for it.

She was thankful when he did. "If you like it that much," he nodded.

"I do, honest. Now, I want to talk to you about something else." This was not a conversation in which she was looking forward to having. She was not a very big fan of turning people down, especially eleven year olds. But she had to do this, before she gave him the wrong idea, though it may already be too late in that department.

Once again, Jordan turned away. There was a grave expression on his face. "There's nothing to talk about," he frowned.

"Yes, there is. You're upset. Talk to me, Jordan."

His eyes flicked up at Sabine said that. "Do you really think I can talk to you about this? You're a girl. You have no idea how I'm feeling." Ouch, so that hurt. But he was wrong about that. She did know how he felt. Sabine had liked another guy when she was about thirteen, but he turned her down. He couldn't seem to handle the fact that she was a wolf. His dumping was probably the worst she could ever imagine.

Her and Steven had hung out the night before—even went bowling. All seemed perfectly fine at the time. Sabine had no idea the he was planning on dumping her. She wished that he would have told her sooner, rather than the next day—by, wait for it, a freaking text message! The message was horrible, considering the fact that her ex never talked like that. The message read 'fucking bitch, bye. Don't contact me again. It's over.'

Thinking about Steven brought tears to her eyes. "I do, though, Jordan. You're a great kid, but you're too young."

"So, it always comes down to the fact that I'm too young, huh? Did it ever occur to you that I'm more of a man that that boyfriend of yours? I've gone through things no one should have to go through. I've had to grow up faster than most kids. I could make you so happy."

That's just it, he was still a kid, and talking like this was just proving how young he really was. He still had some major growing up to do. Unfortunately, Jordan kept right on talking, not letting her get a word in edgewise. "If we had an argument, I'd let you win every one of them. You'd probably be right anyway. I'll shower you with gifts." Shower her with gifts? With what for money? "You wouldn't have to worry about another thing in your life." Funny, she didn't have to worry about anything now. Ethan was taking care of her and she knew he had a good inheritance and they wouldn't have to worry about money for several years.

"Jordan, stop," she told him, holding up her hand in the process. "That's nice, but I don't share the same feelings for year that you have for me. You are going to make some other girl very happy. I guarantee you that."

Anger flashed in Jordan's eyes. Ugh…she really hated this. When was she going to stop hurting people? Probably never. It was just part of who she was. People were going to have to learn to live with it. "I don't want any other girl, Sabine! Just because I'm eleven means I'm not allowed to have feelings? Well, let me tell you something. I do have feelings. Strong, strong feelings for you. I will never love another girl like I love you."

Sabine couldn't help but shake her head at him. He didn't love her. He doesn't even know what love means. "You don't love me Jordan. I don't think that you even really know what love means." Okay, so maybe it was wrong of her to say that.

"Did you really just tell me that? Maybe you're the one who doesn't know what love is? I do know that every time I see you, I get butterflies in the pit of my stomach. My hands get all clammy and my heart rate speeds up. Here, feel my palms. They're sweaty."

No, Sabine was not going to feel his palms. They may have been sweaty, but that could have also been from the fact that he was worked up and angry. Definitely not such a great excuse. "Jordan!" Sabine shouted, hoping to get his attention once and for all. "You. Do. Not. Love. Me!"

ANN: Hey guys, sorry this chapter is so short. Hope you're enjoying this. Reviews would be nice, thanks!