There's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate

There's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate (30)

Alex grinned. "Just kidding."

I let out a breath of relief, glad that my best friend's boyfriend wasn't a criminal.

Well... he used to be in a gang...

"Jordan," Jesse now said, gaining my attention once again. "Shirt?"

"Someone's a little too excited about seeing their girlfriend shirtless," Alex sang from behind us, causing Jesse to glare and for me to giggle.

"It's not really shirtless because I'll still be wearing my bra," I informed him after I had finally stopped laughing. "So he shouldn't be excited about anything. It's like seeing me in my swim suit. He'll be excited when I actually take my bra off."

I looked back over to see Jesse's cheeks were tinted red, and I couldn't help but gush over him in my head. He was just too cute.

"Yeah, wait until I'm out of the room for that. Jesse wants to have you all to himself," Alex continued, causing my foot to fly toward him again, successfully pushing him off the bed.

"Just take your shirt off so we can get this over with," Jesse sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You have a bra on, so we won't see anything."

"Fine," I grumbled, grabbing onto the bottom of my shirt and yanking it up. Before I could get it over my head, I felt a sharp jab of pain on my shoulder blade, causing me to yelp out in pain.

"What is it?" Jesse asked, reaching out and grabbing onto my arm before I could put it down. "What's wrong, Jordan?"

"It hurts," I whimpered, my face covered by my shirt still. "I can't take it off."

"I'll help!" Alex volunteered like a child, grabbing onto the back of my shirt. I was expecting him to yank it off of me, but I was surprised when he gently lifted it over my head, Jesse helping from the front.

"You're such a child," I could hear Jesse say to Alex, and I couldn't help but agree.

"You know how awkward it would be if someone came in right now?" Alex asked with a loud laugh, causing my cheeks to heat up after we had taken my shirt off. "Just two boys helping a girl take her shirt off..."

I rolled my eyes at him, looking down at my abdomen to see if there were any bruises. Looking at my sides, I was relieved to see that there were only tiny, light bruises that were there. I then tried to look at my shoulder blade, but found that my body made it physically impossible.

"Yep, that's the worst bruise you have," Alex informed me, tracing his finger on it lightly. "And that's not even that bad."

Jesse moved around me to look, and even he looked surprised. "That really isn't that bad," he said in disbelief, as if he really couldn't believe his eyes. "That's nothing like Erica's done before."

"Yeah. Remember when that one girl was hitting on Hunter?" Alex reminded, removing his finger from my bruised skin. "The girl barely lived after Erica was done with her! You couldn't see an inch of her skin without a bruise! But with Jordan, Erica held back."

"I wonder why," Jesse blinked, continuing to stare at the bruise.

"Can I have my shirt back now?" I asked, feeling a little uncomfortable in just a bra when I was in a cabin with two teenage boys. "It's cold."

"We should wrap her up first," Alex said, sounding like he was thinking out loud. "With gauze, you know? I think it'll help her heal a little better."

"Do you even have gauze?" Jesse asked, an eyebrow raised on his forehead.

"Yep," Alex grinned, walking over toward a dresser before opening a drawer and rummaging through it. A few seconds later, gauze was flying toward my head.