Chasing The Good Girl

Sadist

And just like that, he rolled his eyes and walked to the back of the class, sparing me a whiff of his manly cologne....

Like I wasn't there.

Tears pricked my eyes but I blinked them back and let out a pain laddened sigh before concentrating on my book that looked so bland.

I cared about and prayed for him for Eight years and yet, this was all I was going to get.

An eye roll.

My chest tightened with pain and I pursed my lips, trying to forget what had just happened.

"Are you okay?" I heard Mercedes say.

I turned towards her, brushed my bangs out of my eyes and smiled at her, hoping she wouldn't notice anything.

"I'm fine" I smiled, not waiting for a reaction from her as I turned back to face the teacher.

I couldn't afford any distractions right now because my grades this year will determine if I'm going to graduate Valedictorian.

That's all that mattered.

Pushing Jordan to the back of my mind, I focused on the teacher and jotted down what he was saying.

But my body was on autodrive.

I was angry and deeply hurt by him. Once again, he'd hurt my feelings.

Yet I kept wishing him well.

Now I won't care about him anymore.

God has been kind to me by answering my prayers and keeping him safe but now, I couldn't cut off my heart for him.

He was safe and now whatever happened to him didn't matter to me at all.

The class went on smoothly, the teacher just giving introductions to our topics.

As soon as the class was over, I picked my books and left the class with Mercedes hot on my trail.

"I can't believe Jordan is back" Mercedes rambled as we picked our books for the next class. She was having Geometry and I Literature.

"Yeah" I muttered, checking the time on my phone.

"He's all mysterious, dark and handsome. I honestly thought he was still going to be nerdy and-"

"Mercedes we're running late for our classes" I snapped, my temper getting the best of me.

"Have you seen those muscles? I wish that I'd met him before-"

"Don't you have a boyfriend?" I glowered at her, giving her a disinterested look.

Mercedes pouted her lips and scrunched up her nose, giving me her pity face.

"I wish I didn't right now. But anyway, I'll survive. See you at lunch" she smiled, backing away and speed walking down the hallway.

I turned around and shook my head, slamming my locker shut.

Why did she end the discussion so abruptly?

But when I shut my locker, I understood why.

Jordan.

There he was, his aquamarine eyes as cold as ice and his eyebrows raised with impatience. He loomed over me easily and if I really wanted to speak to him, I was going to have to crane my neck up.

I widened my eyes and took a deep breathe, trying to calm down from the shock waves that went through me.

Then I pretended like I didn't notice him and side stepped him, moving away and walking towards the direction of my class.

If he can ignore me, I can too.

"Emmaly" he said, his voice so commanding I wanted to stay still but I increased my pace.

"What the f**k is wrong with you?"  He hissed, voice thick with annoyance.

It was then that I realized that every bit of his French accent was gone and replaced with an American one.

So that's where he went to...

"I have a class to attend to" I replied, turning towards him.

"What do you want?" I asked, trying my best to sound calm.

He threw me a disgusted look and spoke.

"I don't want anything from you and trust me I don't want to be speaking to you but the class teacher said we have the same schedule so you have to direct me" he went on.

I staggered back from his words, hurt flashing through my eyes. 

I looked down as tears pricked my eyes once more, wondering where the sweet Jordan that used to be my best friend had disappeared to.

I looked up to see a satisfied look on his face and refrained from shaking my head, seeing my sweet best friend now turned into a sadistic teenager.

"Okay" I muttered and turned towards the direction of the class.

I don't think I like Jordan anymore. 

He couldn't even address me and tell me where he went to, how he was doing or if he missed me.

I'd envisioned this day for years, imagining him forgetting the hate he had for me and hugging me. Then he would tell me how much he missed me and how amazing his years were in a foreign country.

But that wasn't supposed to be.

I opened the door of the class and before I could even breathe, I was crashing against the floor of the classroom.

The students in the class roared with laughter and my cheeks flamed with mortification, wondering how I even landed on the floor in the first place.

"Oops" Jordan chuckled as I scurried to my feet.

Then my eyes narrrowed at his outstretched leg.

Jordan had tripped me.

What did I ever do to deserve this?

"This is your first day at this school and you're already causing mayhem Bancroft?" The teacher snapped at Jordan as he walked past me.

"It wasn't his fault sir" Aimee's high pitched voice chirped.

"We all know our goodie two shoes is a miserable klutz"

I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes, trying to block out the raging anger that threatened to burst out as the class laughed.

"Emmaly you are dismissed from the class to the infirmary."

I put my hand to my face and winced at my bruising cheek then stared at my blood stained fingers.

I looked to Jordan with tears blurring my eyes and for a moment through my blurred vision, I could see something flicker in his eyes.

But as the tears rolled down my eyes, I saw the victorious smirk on his face and realized my eyes were playing tricks on me.

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"What happened to your face?" Othniel asked for the umpteenth time as we sat in the open air cafeteria.

"I told you I fell" I muttered, toying with my fork.

"The last time you fell was when you attempted to play football with us when we were kids" Othniel growled darkly, obviously pissed.

That was one of my last memories with Jordan.

Othniel was like Jordan's  best friend asides me and we often fought because Othniel didn't want me hanging with Jordan as I apparently had cooties. 

Othniel challenged me to play a boy game asides tag and I stupidly agreed and ended up falling multiple times because the young energetic boys were stronger than me.

"You don't live in the same house with me so you wouldn't know that" I gritted my teeth.

"But-" 

"Babe let it go. When she wants to tell us she will. Stop being such a mama bear" Mercedes interjected, making Othniel sigh and clamp his mouth shut.

"Thank you" I muttered.

My best friends still couldn't refrain from staring mournfully at my bandaged face and I looked down at my food, trying not to burst out in tears as I thought about Jordan's behavior.

I had never known Jordan to be such a violent blackguard that went as far as to hurt me just to make himself feel good.

If your neighbor strikes your left cheek, turn your other cheek around and offer it to him.

Easier said than done.

I'd read this verse in the bible during my quiet time and now I couldn't bring myself to actually do it.

It was going to be hard, but I swore to myself that I was going to ignore his existence.

Giving myself small pep talk, I looked up to see the popular kids at school strolling to  a deserted table two tables away from us.

The two tables in front of us were empty so I could pretty much see everything that was happening there.

That was the table that Othniel and Mercedes belonged to but because of me, they left the table.

A long time ago I was in that squad of people but as puberty hit them and all they could think about was who was the first to lose her virginity I backed away from them.

I didn't need any bad influence on me and it didn't take me long to realize I was only on the table because I was one of the richest kids at school.

Most of the people there were not only rich but were known as the rich amongst the rich. So it didn't surprise me when I saw Jordan sitting with them.

Jordan came from a long line of politicians who were not only figure heads in the society but also business tycoons. His father normally worked hand in hand with the president and his mother was the mayor of Paris.

That was exactly how rich they were. They wined and dined with royalty like they were childhood friends and were even related to them.

My family was no different but we never felt like we were entitled and would rather not segregate ourselves from others.

Because in God's eyes we were all equals.

Mum and dad had a forbidden love story because dad wasn't as rich as he is now. Then slowly, he started buying land in the country and farmed heavily, reaping amazing harvest.

Not too long after dad was building his first cereal factory and now there are many others in the country side. So my dad basically owned a factory that suppiled the whole of France with their breakfast cereal. It didn't take him long to make his first million and after a couple of years, he was already a billionaire. Everyone accepted dad because he was such a hardworking and dedicated man but some few others still referred to us as Nouveau Riche.

Back to reality.....

Jordan sat beside Aimee and she discreetly undid a few buttons and revealed her cleavage for him.

Talk about desperate......

I shook my head and stuffed my mouth with my curly fries and tried to ignore them but yet I found my curious eyes glancing at them.

Jordan turned towards her and smirked, before reaching for her cheek and pretending to rub off something that was on it.

Nothing was on it.

I pressed my lips into a thin line and pretended to be indulged in what Mercedes was saying but I was still watching the duo across me.

"Did you hear me?" Mercedes asked.

"Yeah" I nodded.

"We'll go shopping this weekend" I smiled at her, thanking God my head could be at two places at the same time.

When I looked up once more, Aimee and Jordan were already sucking each other's faces.

My stomach churned with disgust and I sipped at my coke, hoping the nauseating feeling will go away.

You just came to school today and you're already making out with a complete stranger with STDS?

I shook my head and silently asked God to forgive me for being so judgemental.

It wasn't my business to care about what path Jordan chose for himself.

He could go to Mercedes' father's hospital with an inability to pee for all I cared.

His eyes were on me.

I smiled at Mercedes and Othniel who were laughing about something as Jordan stared at me.

From the corner of my eye I could tell he was scowling at me but then I made the mistake of focusing my gaze on him and he smirked, knowing I'd been looking.

Okay, that's enough of the stalking.

It was five minutes to the end of our lunch break and I stood up with my two friends.

"I'm dropping 30 euros on this" I heard one of the popular boys say as we inched nearer to their table.

There was no way I was going to avoid passing through their table to leave the cafeteria.

"30 francs? I'm dropping a hundred Euros on this" Pierre laughed.

Pierre Samuels was the bad boy of the school, having slept with half of the female's population.

I knew because Mercedes was insulting him when there was a Clams outbreak.

I know that sounds weird and equally intriguing but I'll get to that later.

He was also Captain of the football team and had looks that could make anyone swoon.

I thought he had the character of- forgive my french- a disgusting swine.

Jordan's jaw ticked and he glowered at the boys, his chest heaving with unsuppressed anger.

"May the best win the football game. Even though I know I will"

Then it happened.

With a growl of a french curse, Jordan lounged at Pierre and pushed him off the table and straddled him easily, his fist connecting with Pierre's jaw.

"You're a f*****g swine you know that right?" Jordan bellowed, his voice so angry it even shook me.

The cafeteria went into a frenzy as everyone scurried towards the fight while the cowardly and wise raced out of the cafeteria.

"This is why I didn't want him to come back" Othniel hissed, running towards the blood bath.

Wait what???

Othniel knew where he went to?

"You've got to chill Jordan you're about to kill someone" Othniel snapped, trying to hold him back.

"You're out of your mind!" Pierre raged, his eyes rimmed with red.

At that Jordan seemed to loose his temper once more amd he easily wiggled out of Othniel's grip and punched Pierre in the guts.

Pierre groaned as he dropped to his knees, blood spluttering out of his mouth.

"Stay in your boundaries Samuels. Because if you try to get into mine I swear to God I will end you" 

And with that, Jordan spat out blood on the ground and left.

That was when everyone remembered they had classes and they dispersed.

What did Pierre do to Jordan?