Wounded

Chapter 10

Jordan

"What time were you suppose to meet?" Michael asked, leaning against the locker next to mine.

"30 minutes ago." I muttered, stuffing my things in my bag.

"Maybe something happened with his family." Michael shrugged. "Or maybe he forgot."

"I don't know, I'm gonna stop by his house before going home. He hasn't answered my calls either." I responded.

Michael pushed himself off the locker and nodded. I slammed my locker shut and slung my bag over my shoulder. Without thinking, I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck. Michael tensed at first before slowly sliding his arms around my waist.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" I questioned.

"I'm coming in for a coffee tonight." He replied. I pulled back and slapped his arm before stepping out of his embrace.

"Whatever Clifford." I laughed before I turned around and started walking.

I stepped out into the chilly night air and quickly made my way over to my car. Michael stood on the stairs in front of the school, watching me as I backed out. I briefly waved at him as I drove by.

I had a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach as I approached Damion's house. I wasn't even at the front door yet and I could hear yelling coming from inside. Swallowing hard, I raised my hand and knocked. The yelling briefly stopped before a fuming Damion opened the door.

"H-hey." I stuttered, taking a small step back.

"What the hell Jordan? What are you doing here?" He exclaimed. The look in his eyes made me wish I never came.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay." I said in a small voice.

"Does it look like I'm okay?" Damion yelled. He stepped closer as I took another step back. I felt my back hit the railing on his porch. "I'm in a huge argument with my parents right now and I don't appreciate your prying. You can't show up to my house uninvited and stick your nose into my life, got it? Now go!"

Damion stepped back, giving me enough space to scurry off the porch and down to my car. Tears brimmed my eyes and my heart was racing as I fumbled with the keys. After finally starting the car, I quickly backed out of the driveway.

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I placed my mascara back in my purse before I looked in the mirror one more time. Sighing, I got out of my car and made my way into the cafe.

I clocked in and put on my apron before grabbing my pad and pen. Just as I was about to go refill peoples coffee's someone stepped in front of me, blocking my path.

"What happened Jordan?"

I looked up and met Michael's gaze before shaking my head. As soon as he pulled me into his chest, the tears I had been holding back all night finally fell.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Michael whispered in my ear as he gently rubbed my back.

"No, I really need to get back to work." I said, pulling away from him. I cursed realizing I messed up my make-up again.

"Can I do anything to help?" Michael questioned.

I shook my head as I walked back over to my purse. I fixed my mascara again before smoothing my hair down. Offering Michael a weak smile, I picked up the coffee pot and began my shift.