(A/N: Thanks for the advice ... by the way ... "I" always refers to Angela and everyone else is talked about in 3rd person)
Rosalita came rushing from across the hallway, pushing Jordan into an empty storage closet. He had met her at a couple of parties and it sort of ... grew."Sup Catalano?" She asked, looking at him intensely as if she expected something from him.
"Nothing." He looked away thinking about Angela and how he just like left her ... it made him feel ... guilty.
"Feeling bad about last night?" Rosalita asked, completely reading Jordan's mind. "I'm so not sorry that I kissed you." He continued to avoid her gaze. Now, Rosalita was making him nervous like Angela always did. "Okay." She chuckled. "How's home?" Rosa wondered, taking my Jordan's hand in hers. "You see this split in your love line ..." He nodded, hanging on her every word. "It means you'll have a choice between two paths ... two girls."
"No." Jordan snapped back into reality. He was not going to go chase after some girl, much less two girls.
"Yeah. I swear." Rosa let go of Jordan's hand, completely changing the atmosphere. "You look out of it. Sad?" She lessened the distance between them, coming closer to Jordan as if she were going to kiss him ... and maybe Jordan ... wanted her to. Instead, Rosa laughed. "Cheer up."
"Why did you like..." He began, not sure of what to say. There was like something going on ... with Rosa. He had like no control over what happened because she like knew him better than everyone ... even Angela.
"Bring you here?" She finished, shrugging. "I don't know, but let's get out of here." Rosalita suggested. "I hate fourth period."
"You wanna like get a ride or something."
"And whoever said you weren't smart?" Rosa wrapped her arm around Jordan's thin body. "What do you say?" She let go of him, tucking Jordan's hair behind his left ear. "It looks better like that. Symmetrical or something."
"Let's go." Jordan ran my hands through his hair. Rosalita was getting a little too territorial ... like she actually cared...
"I like feel so odd and awkward." I admitted to Ricky. "When I saw Jordan Catalano, I like babbled and chased him away. God, I'm so stupid. Couldn't I see that he didn't want to talk to me?" I continued, feeling worse every time I thought about it and replayed it in my mind.
"You're not stupid. You're in love." Ricky explained. "And Jordan Catalano feels the same."
"That is like, so impossible. I mean ... what if he never speaks to me or like starts avoiding me?"
"I don't think that'll ever happen. You two are seriously drawn to each other." Ricky offered, looking directly over my shoulder.
"Is there something over there I should see Ricky?" I wondered, ready to rag on myself for being so insensitive. Ricky probably wanted to tell me about his latest crush or something.
"No. Nothing to see. Let's go." He responded quickly, tugging my body in the opposite direction from where s=he was looking.
"Ricky, what's going on?" I exclaimed loudly, curious. "You aren't hiding anything are you?" I rushed past him, making my way back to where he had been looking.
"Angela, Angela ... wait!" Ricky called after me, blocking my view once again.
"What is your problem?" I pushed past Ricky, stopping dead in my tracks. There was Jordan Catalano ... kissing another girl ... and walking off with her. We were like four feet away from one another, but he didn't even seem to notice me ... at all.