Chapter 18
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I was enjoying my new job working on the set of The Ranch. The cast was always fun. Cracking jokes making the work place enjoyable. Ashton's new wife was often on set with him. Bringing their new baby along.

They were very sweet people. Belinda of course was there. We went on lunch breaks together. I held off breaking things off with Jordan. I needed time to think it over as Belinda told me to do.

Each night before Jordan's concert he called me. He text me to let me know when he got done. We facetimed as often as we could. I was starting to feel a tad bit better about the long-distance thing. I still missed him like crazy and was a little unsure of myself.

His old Boston neighbor Nadine found my Instagram and followed me. I was not sure why. But she did. Maybe she was jealous I was dating Jordan. Maybe she was jealous that I was working on the set of The Ranch. Who knew?

I got home later that night. I was tired from work. Belinda had run into town. She was picking up some dinner for us at the local Coney Island for the night. I take a quick shower after I had hung up my cell phone to be charged up.

Jordan had not texted me or called me all day. I knew they were on their way to Boston that night. I was not to worried about it. I talked to him yesterday. After Boston, the band was going to be in New York.

After I was out of the shower I dry off. Wrap my wet curly hair into a towel. I walk to my bedroom. Get out my favorite pj's. Get all cozy for the night. That felt ten times better.

I dry out my hair in the towel. Brush out the long-tangled knots. Then as I did my phone buzzes. I glance down at it. There was my Instagram notifications. I had a PM from Nadine.

"Saw your man today, he was smoking! Check out the photos" Nadine messaged me. There was a photo of Nadine hanging all over Jordan. Hugging his neck. Jordan looked like he was laughing. Then I clicked on her page.

There was photos of her group of friends hugging all over Jordan at the meet and greet during the concert. A bad feeling sinks in my stomach seeing them hang all over him. I knew it was a part of his job. I knew that. But I was not really okay with that. I fight back all I had in me not to reply back to that skank who was desperate to start stuff with me. Jordan posts a photo on his account.

He posted a photo of Nadine and her group. It read "It is good to see old friends in Boston" I fume inside. So, he was glad Nadine came out to see him? I thought he hated Nadine? From what he had told me. Later on, that night I ate dinner with Belinda trying to ignore the added drama.

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"Something wrong? You have been really quiet honey?" Belinda questions me as she polishes off the last of her pita bread meal.

"Nothing is wrong" I lie.

"Are you sure it has nothing to do with Nadine? I saw the posts" she asks me.

"I don't want to talk about it okay?" I huff feeling angered.

"Fine, fine. Have it your way. But I am here if you want to talk about it" she offers.

"Good to know. I am heading to bed" I tell her as I get up from the couch. I head to my room.

Should I break things off? Then I would not have to worry about being cheated on. I would not have to worry about getting my heart broken. Truth was my heart was already breaking inside.

There was nothing I could do about it either. I sigh as I glance at the Instagram photos again. I shake my head. I throw my phone on the bed. I sit down.

I had to break things off. I could not deal with the drama any longer! That was it. I grab my phone. I text Jordan. He was in concert right now. So, he would not be able to answer messages. Dirty trick for me to do. But it had to be done.

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Dear Jordan,

We had a blast. But this long-distance thing is not working out for me. I wish you all the best. I had a wonderful time being with you. I will never forget the fun times we had. But it is over now. I am sorry to break up by text. But It would be harder to do on the phone. Have a safe travel on your way to New York.

Ana

I click send. Tears burn in my eyes. I sigh as I lay back down on the bed. There it was done. We were broken up. I go back on my phone. I unfollow his Instagram account. His twitter. All social media. I go through photos of him on my phone deleting memories of us. There was the photo of us in Boston. I could not click delete on that yet. It was still my screen saver on my phone as well.

I call my phone company. I change my phone number. That way he could not get a hold of me. I block him on social media as well as Nadine. There. It was done. Jordan was out of my life now. He was not out of my heart though. Not at all. How long would it take to get over a broken heart I would not ever know.

"Hey Ana! Ana! You have to see this live stream! Come here!" calls out Belinda.

"I am pretty tired I am heading to bed" I call back.

"Get in here now!" she demands to me. I get up out of bed I head to the living room. She was on her iPad setting on the couch.

"What is it?" I yawn.

"Jordan is talking about you at the concert! Look!" she brags as she replays a part. I watch with her.

"So, I fell in love out in California. I would like to sing a song for my favorite girl...you know who you are baby. I miss you Ana!" Jordan speaks into his mic. The New Kids Begin to sing their song Favorite Girl. Tears water in my eyes. He had no idea I just broke up with him.

"He misses you as much as you miss him! See you are worried about nothing" Belinda tries to say. I nod.

"I am tired. I have to get up early. Good night" I tell her. I ignore the concert then head back to bed. I lay on the bed flat on my back. I check my phone. Looking at the photo of Jordan smiling at me. Hugging me.

"I love you Jordan. I will never forget you" I promise his photo. "Even if you forgot about me"