Chasing The Good Girl

8pm

After student representative meeting for the classes in high school, I found myself driving home. I had fencing classes that I attended to on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays but right then I was too exhausted to fence.

Too heartbroken to function.

I knew Jordan said he hated me Eight years back but I thought surely he was just a child back then and he couldn't have meant it.

I was wrong.

Jordan hated me so much he had hurt me both physically and emotionally.

I could never forget the look of pure satisfaction on his face when he saw me hurting.

Gone was the sweet happy Jordan and now, the sadistic one was here.

He was like a monster that could only feed on my sadness.

The way Vampires craved blood felt like the way he had craved my tears.

When I was younger, the Teachers at Sunday school said we should continue to do good to people who had done us wrong.

I had never thought about it much until today.

And right now, I don't want to ever include him in my prayers or even bat an eyelash at him.

I just want to ignore him and forget his existence.

But something tells me he won't let me off so easily....

I felt so crushed that the boy I prayed for for years wanted to inflict pain on me.

I couldn't help it when resentment boiled in my heart. Even though I've been taught not to hate others, I can't help but despise Jordan.

Can't help but deeply resent Jordan Aziel Bancroft.

I used to care about Jordan but now, I despised him.

I won't ever give him the satisfaction of seeing me so hurt and broken so I was just going to have to pretend.

I sighed as I hopped out of my car, wanting only to curl into a ball and cry my eyes out.

I wanted to let off all my steam and start the semester afresh.

Right after I snuck into the house without attracting any attention to myself.

I had to enter my room as soon as possible and take off those band aids so I could do some make up to hide my bruises.

Mother will be upset with me if she found out I had fallen.

She said that a lady was supposed to walk and act gracefully, not being a klutz and scarring her pretty skin.

This was all Jordan's fault.

This was my home, so why should I be creeping into it like a thief?

If he'd just left me alone then I certainly won't be sneaking around like some boy in a forbidden love story.

"Emmaly?"

Shoot.

Like a deer in the headlights, like a raccoon caught eating out of a dumpster, mother had found me.

"Oui Maman?" I turned around and forced a smile on my face but failed miserably.

She let down her long strawberry waves and was clad in a white vintage dress, looking as beautiful as ever.

When I was a child I'd always thought mum was an angel from heaven.

But right now, I want to be anywhere but near her.

"You came home early today? Are you feeling well?" I asked, trying to divert her attention.

"I am sweetie, but I forgot some documents in my office and had to rush home to get them," she trailed off, eyes wandering to my band aids.

Oh no.

"What happened to your face?" She asked, her eyebrows knitted with worry.

"I tripped and fell" I looked down, shifting from foot to foot.

For all that it was worth, I couldn't lie to save my life.

Neither could I even pretend.

If I was angry I was angry.

If I was sad I'd ball my eyes out.

If I was hurt it would show on my face on how broken I was.

I didn't have a protective mask to shield my face from my emotions.

"Sweetie, you know it's wrong to lie. Now tell me the real story" she sighed, raising my chin up and smoothing my bangs.

"There's this new boy at school Maman, I don't think he likes me very much. So he deliberately stuck out his leg for me and I fell. I should have been more careful"

 "It's not your fault that he is being such a black guard mon cherié, and since you're aware of his feelings towards you I think you should be more guarded around him" she said.

That was my mother.

Always advicing me and setting my path straight.

"I'll do just that" I grinned.

"Now tell me who this boy is. I think I need to take care of him" she pursed her lips, azure eyes holding a promise.

Mum was a board member and was P.T.A chairman of the school meaning she was quite influential in the school's decisions.

But Bancrofts always got away because of their position in society.

I widened my eyes but quickly regained reposure of myself and schooled my features to a calm one.

"It doesn't matter who he is mum. We should forgive and forget"

But did I really forgive him?

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After doing my homework, I took an afternoon nap and forgot all my worries about Jordan.

They say people change and so had he.

Thankfully, God always remains the same.

And I hoped he would see me through till I graduate high school.

We had an early dinner because dad was travelling so by 7:30pm we were all going to bed.

I really needed to rest my head and start reading ahead of the teachers.

But first, I needed a relaxing shower.

I took off my clothes and wrapped a fluffy towel around my body before disappearing into the bathroom.

My room was a simple pink and white, with a nice four poster queen sized bed. A white fluffy duvet laid across the bed complimented with pink pillows. 

There was a large fur rug in the middle of the room that could easily make my feet disappear as I walked on its softness. There were two black and white side drawers with nicely polished wood barricading my bed and a reading table with curved legs directly beside my bed and against the wall. Lastly, I had a reasonably sized balcony that gave my room the perfect Disney fairytale bedroom. My room was girly and organized but to me it was perfect. 

Remembering I needed a new toothbrush because I'd dumped mine this morning after using the poor stick for three months, I sighed and walked back to my room and opened my side drawer.

A draft swept across the room and I shivered slightly before going to close the sliding glass doors that separated my room from the balcony.

Then I saw him.

Sweet baby Jesus.....

He was shirtless and standing by the window of a room that looked to be a gym, lifting weights.

I darted my eyes to the clock of my room.

8:00pm.

This wasn't how I'd imagined this......

Normally we'd be by the window of our rooms and we'd wave each other.

But this, this was different.

This was definitely not what I'd imagined when I'd stared out of my window last night.

Yet I couldn't help but just look.

The bay windows and the good lighting of the gym gave me enough light to let my eyes praise his beautiful upper half.

The lights seemed to make his tannned body glow and glisten with sweat and his dark hair fell over his face as he stared into space.

What a fine body.....

Black ink with beautiful curves danced over his skin and I gasped softly.

Tattoos were a taboo.

Yet I found myself loving them.

At the sound of the small gasp that left my lips, Jordan's head rose and he darted his aquamarine eyes towards me.

I know he didn't hear me gasp, but I just couldn't help but think the wind had carried the small sound to him.

If that even made sense......

Sanity returned to my head and I shrieked before sliding the glass door shut, remembering I was completely naked as a new born baby underneath my towel.

My heart rate increased erratically like an African drum in my chest. Why had I acted so shamelessly?

How did I? Emmaly Reeva Vanpelt, ogle a boy like the typical teenage girls at my school?

Before I'd prayed that Jordan was safe and that he would come back but now, I'm seriously praying God keeps me safe from him and the things he made me do.

The things he made me feel......

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"You horny b***h!" Mercedes exclaimed as we walked into school.

"Can you keep it down?" I muttered in slight annoyance.

"I knew you had that inner slut in you! Ogling that piece of sexy delicious goodness-"

"Mercedes" I frowned.

"You're like a unicorn you know" she grinned from ear to ear.

"How so?" I glowered at her.

"They're innocent at first, but when they start doing it they don't stop. In the kitchen, on the couch, in the church-"

"Mercedes!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide with alarm.

"Unicorns don't even exist!"

"But they do! And I'm presently dating one-"

"God have mercy" I muttered, opening my locker.

Paint.

Blue, yellow, red and green.

So much green, way too much green.

"What the hell?" Mercedes hissed, her voice bemused and pissed.

I sighed as I wiped the paint off my eyes, then frowned down at my ruined uniform.

Jordan.

I knew it had to be.

Cameras and laughter sizzled around me and I just....stood there.

I was too shocked to even do anything.

All my books in my locker were ruined and I silently thanked my luck that not all my books were in my locker.

There was a sticky note, and I ripped it down from the inner side of the locker and glared at it.

I was honestly bristling.

Stop stalking me creep.