The New Girl

The Cold Truth

Walking home I bump into Jordan. "Why aren't you in school?" I ask.

"Why aren't you?" He questions.

"I got suspended for a day, I thought everyone knew that." I reply.

"They do, I just wanted to check if it was true." Jordan says. "I'm not one to believe a rumour."

"I'm sure you're more likely to start one." I mumble, crossing the road.

"Hayley!" Jordan calls after me, his voice trailing a few meters behind me.

Suddenly, I hear a car horn and Jordan's hands grab my body. He pushes me out the way, the car barely missing him. "Are you suicidal or something?"

"W... what?" I ask.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He asks. "Are you on drugs or something?"

"N..no." I reply my head beginning to spin, my legs cave in and I fall forward into Jordan. "Help me."

Jordan scoops my legs up from underneath me and begins carrying me down the streets as I fade in and out of reality.

* * * *

I wake up in a bed with a damp towel on my head. Pulling it off, I sit up to see Jordan stood in the doorway, shirtless doing pull ups on a bar. "What the fuck?" I question.

"You tell me." He says.

"What?"

"You're the one who got really hazy and passed out, not to mention nearly getting hit by a car." Jordan says.

"Nearly hit by a car?" Amelia questions from the doorway.

"What the hell. Did you follow me here?" I ask.

"No you moron I live here."

"Then why are we here?" I ask Jordan.

"I also live here." He sighs, regretfully.

"You two are related?" I question before I burst out laughing. "Man do I feel sorry for you." I say to Jordan.

"Did you say she almost got hit by a car?" Amelia questions.

"What's it to you?" Jordan asks.

"She's not on drugs." She sighs. "I spiked her drink."

"You did what!" I exclaim. "What the hell is wrong with you."

"I thought it'd be funny. I didn't know you'd leave, I thought you'd stay and want to have a drink not be rude and leave."

"You fucking psychopath!" I exclaim.

"You're not the only one who can act nice." She replies.

"I could of died."

"You weren't meant to leave." She says.

"You almost killed me!"

"I had to teach you not to mess with me somehow."

"Well it backfired because now I'm going to kill you." I hiss, standing up as she runs out the door.

Jordan's arms latch around my waist, holding me tightly as I try to fight him off. "Let go of me!" I shout.

"Just chill out." Jordan says, pushing me back on to the bed.

"How could you not tell me you were related to her?" I question.

"You never stick around long enough for me even to talk to you." He answers.

"That's because you're a jock." I snap, standing up.

"Yeah, a jock that saved your life." Jordan says, his face centimetres away from mine.

"A jock that lied to me." I scowl, walking towards the door.

"How did I lie?"

"This morning you told me you broke up that fight for me but actually it was for your sister." I answer, continuing to walk.

"It was for you. Westwood is strict, if you carried on fighting you would of been expelled for good." Jordan says, following me down the stairs.

"You and your sister need to stay the hell away from me." I snap, looking outside and suddenly realising I have no idea where I am. "After you drive me home."