Chapter 23: The Talk

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We're still walking to the vending machine, 

"Jordan, please talk to me, you've been ignoring me all day, and this morning you just left without saying anything to me-" Jordan interrupts me. 

"Why'd you do it," he asks. I knew exactly what he was talking about 

"Look, I'm sorry, I know what this looks like-" We arrive at the vending machine

 "Y/n, you kissed my brother, the same night you kissed" he raises his voice but still was whispering, 

"I know, but he kissed me, and yes, I didn't pull away but-" he interrupts me again 

"Y/n, you don't understand, all my life, I live under my brother's shadow, and I'm always known a the defective twin, the weird emo kid that no one likes to hang around with," he says 

"Ya, I know, but please, you have to believe me when I say I like you,"

"Before my memories got erased, you were the last person I thought of. If I thought of you first, you'd disappear first. Also, when Clark was bringing them back my consciousness, you...you were the person that brought me back along with some other names, this family has grown a special place in my heart now." He was about to speak; I stop him 

"Did you ever stop and think that people who have it all may hate it also. I had a great mom and dad that raised me, I had great friends and an even better best friend, but I hated it; it gets tiring to keep with this happy, nice proper girl act, I know it sounds like I'm ungrateful, but truly I am grateful it's just-"

"You didn't want it, ya I get it," he says 

"Look, I'm not going to ignore my feelings about Jon because they are there, but I have feelings for you too," I say. He nods. I watch his Adam's apple bob up than down. 

"So, what does this mean for us?" Even though I feel bad doing it, I ignore him 

"Um...we should head back, or our friends are going to think we've been kidnapped" I let out an awkward laugh, then we walk away.

 "Hey, what took you guys so long?" Jon asks 

"Oh, um...the vending machine was busted, but we got it," I say, holding up a can of soda," I say. Jordan nods. 

"Ok, now that you are here, we need your opinion, New York or Chicago style pizza, which is better?" Sarah asks 

"That's a no-brainer, Chicago; the crust needs to be good, though," I say. Sarah looks at me, shocked. 

"What, since when?" she asks. 

"Since always," I say; we laugh and wait for the bell to ring, me and Jordan exchanged looks a few times. But the bell rings, and we all head to our class.

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