TOUCH

Five.

She decided to go to school. It was either that, or she would have to agree to the assumption that someone was picking on her. What made her case all the more suspicious was that she couldn't exactly tell them why she was avoiding school. But come on now, a bully? Jordan would be damned if she ever caught herself running away from some dimwit who had nothing better to do but to pick on other people.

She didn't listen to music on her way to school. Instead she turned on the radio of her VW Taigo, listening to morning news like some old person.

She tried to  breath, and tell herself that it wasn't going to be bad. That people already forgot about the whole scandal. It's been 3 months after all. There's no way they're still thinking about it. Right?

Wrong.

When she got out of her car, everyone in the school parking lot turned their heads towards her. Jordan took steady breaths, and even steadier steps. She didn't want to look nervous, or uncomfortable. She needed to seem confident and unbothered.

She would've succeeded, if not for the main attraction.

Valery Dientes, of course, got out of her rose pink BMW, wearing a white tight skinny Jean, and a brown crop top that violated the school code of conduct. On her feet were a pair of all white Jordan retros. It wasn't the outfit that made eyes turn in her direction. It was the person who wore it. Beautiful, was an illegal under statement. Especially seeing as she'd cut her hair to a bob.

Jordan stopped in her tracks to give herself a moment to behold her beauty. She didn't like the girl, not one bit. But she was nice to look at, and why would she deprive herself the pleasure of admiring a beautiful young woman?

She could've stared longer if she didn't hear a click of a camera. She turned in the direction of a young male, blonde hair and pale white skin. He held a camera in his hands and smiled widely at Jordan.

"You're Jordan Wales." he said, holding his hand out.

Jordan looked at the hand, and then at the boy, and then at his other hand, which held the camera that took her picture.

"You have my picture."

The boy chuckled, retracting his arm to hold his camera with both hands. "Oh yes. It's for my social media."

"Your social media?"

He nods, showing her the picture of herself, her eyes fixed on Valery, who appeared in the distance of the picture of frame.

"People are gonna eat that one up." he stated, smiling proudly at his work.

Jordan frowned. Who would eat that up? Why would they eat it up? She was about to ask such questions, when she felt an arm pull her towards the school entrance.

"Oh my God, Jordan! I've been waiting for you all day!" a female voice exclaimed.

Jordan couldn't make out her features. But she knew she was about her height, 5'4, and had dark brunette hair that was about shoulder length. She couldn't see her face, just the back of her head. The girl wore a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt.

She rushed her into the building without her consent. Jordan would've resisted. But she didn't for two reasons:

1. The girl may or may not be pretty. And she wanted to find out if she was. Not that she'd do anything but look at her.

2. She was curious as to why she was waiting for her "all day" and where she was taking her.

The girl led her to the school theater room, where there were chairs scattered about, and two people occupied two of said chairs. Both were girls. One with glasses and freckles, and red hair, and the other with light brown hair.