25My breathing becomes louder as I chase Jordan down the hall. My heart races, not only because of me running, but also because of the concern I'm feeling for him. What is wrong?
He finally stops at a bathroom and rushes inside. I barley catch the door before it closes. I see his shoes underneath a stall but otherwise the room is empty. I take a deep breath once my breathing returns to normal and lock the door behind me before going into the stall Jordan is in. Locking the stall door I turn to look at him. The heavy eyelids and pain etched on his face leaves a heavy feeling in my chest.
I gather him in my arms and just allow him to cry into my chest. Hearing his painful sobs tears at my heart, and I know that for right now there is nothing I can do but hold him, and be there for him.
"I don't deserve you" he whispers into my neck sometime later. He somehow made it through the rest of the school day, and now we are laying on the couch in my living room. Cole backed away as soon as he saw Jordan's face, thankfully giving us some privacy.
"Why do you say that?" I whisper back. I think about all times he's been there for me. All the times he's stood up for me and helped me through life. How could he think that he is not enough when he is everything to me?
"I'm disgusting, just a mistake; a horrible, ugly, mistake."
"No, no, no, baby please don't say that, don't even think it! What would make you think that?" I ask fiercely. Who would make him think that?
"Because it's true! I-I just…never mind." He stands up and wipes his face.
"Thank you, but I should be going now." I stand up as well and place a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to look at me. His brown eyes stare at me and I can't help but feel as if this is going to be the last time I see him for a while.
"I can't believe I cried like that!" He laughs depreciatingly, and I place a light kiss on his lips.
"Anytime you need me, anytime you feel alone or scared, I am here. I will always be here." He nods silently, giving me one last lingering kiss before grabbing his things and exiting the house. I sigh and plop myself back on the couch.
What the hell is going on?
The next couple of days I don't see him. He hasn't come to school, or answered any of my calls and texts. I visited his house; his car is in the driveway, but his mom said he's not home, which is complete bull. If he's not home where could he be? I suddenly feel like the world's most shit boyfriend. Why dint I push harder to ask what was wrong? Why did I let him walk away? The only thing left I can think of doing is breaking into his house when his mom is at work. But…it wouldn't really be considered breaking in if I have a key, right?
I am so sorry about this very late update. I hope someone reads this, haha. Um...yeah, I'm back, hopefully for good this time. So please review!