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

Jesse's POV (11)

"I'm so sorry," Delilah apologized. "I just thought that I saw... someone."

"Who did you see?" A voice asked, and I turned to see Jordan. She had a look of concern written all over her face. Would she look at me that way if she found me freaking out?

"He's just... someone I knew awhile ago," Delilah waved it off. She still looked terrified.

"Jordan, Jordan, look, look! It's Alex, it's Alex!" Lexi grabbed ahold of Jordan's arm and pointed toward the blonde guy talking to our counselor. Jordan's face turned white when she saw Dallas. "Hi Alex!"

Alex turned toward us, waving at Lexi. She did the same, still clutching on to Jordan's arm. Dallas was looking right at her, and I furrowed my eyebrows and clenched my fists.

"Can we just go inside?" Jordan lowered her head. I needed to calm down, and seeing Dallas wasn't helping anything. I pulled out a bottle of water and took off the top. "Can we go inside, please?"

"Why, can't stand seeing your lover?" Chelsea raised an eyebrow. I wasn't able to drink any water before I started to choke on it. Lover?

Jordan didn't notice I was choking, or if she did, she pretended not to. After I finished coughing, Jordan was glaring at Chelsea with crimson cheeks.

"He isn't my lover," she snapped.

"Really, now?" Her friend shot a look to me quickly, then focused her attention back on Jordan. I shrugged it off, actually wanting to hear what she had to say. If anything happened between Dallas and Jordan, I'd want to know about it. "Then what was going on between you two last night? I didn't think you could yell his name so much... I never knew you were a screamer. And you were moaning pretty loud."

My stomach twisted and I felt like I was going to be sick. The perverted images were now implanted in my brain. I didn't want to think of something so repulsive as Jordan and Dallas being together. It couldn't be true.

"You were what?" I snapped, not being able to control my mouth. My body was right next to hers in a flat second as I was demanding her to tell me what she did with Dallas. "What were you doing with him?"

Jordan looked surprised by my sudden action, so I took a small step back. I wasn't supposed to be acting like a jealous boyfriend, I was supposed to be acting like I don't care about Jordan's love life. But I do. And it's going to be the end of me.

"We didn't do anything," she snapped, walking away from Chelsea and I. Dallas continued to stare at her, and I didn't unclench my fists for a second. "Chelsea's just messing around.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not..."

"Chelsea!"

"It sure seems like he wants you that way, Jordan," Lexi winked at Jordan. "He's kissed you! And he's watching almost every single move you make right now! Come on, you've known him ever since you were a baby! You could marry him now if you wanted."

The sick images came back and I felt like I needed to lean on a tree or something to keep me from falling over. We were almost at the cabin. As soon as we go inside and Dallas is nowhere to be seen, I'm sure I'll be okay.

"I'm seventeen," Jordan snapped.

"I think it's legal in some states. But still! He's watching you right now!"

I scowled at Dallas when I noticed her statement was right. He was still staring at her. Why couldn't he just let her go? He hurt her enough in the past, she needed to move on from that, not relive it.

"You make him sound like a stalker," Jordan grumbled and Delilah stiffened up. What was with her?

"And what's going on between the two of you?" Marnie giggled and walked up to her. She knew how I felt about Jordan, and now she was going to torture me through her. "It sounds pretty serious to me. Is it something serious?"

"There's nothing going on between her and Dally," I muttered and Marnie shot me an amused grin.

"So who's Dallas? Your boyfriend?" Marnie wiggled her eyebrows, shooting me another look. I scowled as a response.

"Yep," Chelsea giggled the same time I muttered, "She wishes."

Marnie looked confused. "Wait... really? You're really going out with him? Seriously?"

Before Jordan could answer for herself, Chelsea cut her off. "Yep, she really is. Jesse even saw them kissing. Twice. He interrupted them both times, too."

So she talked about me to her friends? I shot Jordan an amused smirk before Marnie turned to me with a scolding look. "You don't interrupt a girl when she's kissing someone unless she's your girlfriend, you idiot. But, when it comes to you and Jordan, I know that you sure do wish she was your-"

"And this is where I'm living?" I cut her off, pushing her toward the cabin. If she spilled one word, I don't know what I'd do.

"Hey, Jesse!"

"Don't trip."

"I'd only trip because your pushing me!"

I almost let go, almost, in fear I'd hurt her just like I hurt Jordan earlier. Instead of pushing her, I was pulling her. And then I threw her to the side of the cabin.

Everyone was making their way to the cabin, but of course, we had to be interrupted again by fucking Dallas.

He grabbed on to Jordan's arm and asked her to to talk. She looked terrified, like she didn't know what to do. I wished she'd say no, just tell him to leave. But she couldn't do that. Jordan was too nice of a person.

"Of course she will!" Lexi bumped into Jordan so she'd fall against Dallas' chest. Jordan glared at her friends, but they all just looked at her with smiles.

Even though I wanted to go bust open the door to the cabin Dallas took Jordan, I couldn't. There were too many people here and I couldn't interrupt them again. If he was doing anything with her that she wasn't ready for, Dallas may end up unconscious in a few minutes.