"Jordan, can I come over later?" The girl that I had just had sex with asked me. We were both in the janitor's closet getting dressed.
"Um, my parents will be home early and they don't like it when I have other people over without their permission." I lie.
I don't let her respond. I just grab my leather jacket and leave the closet. I don't even know the girl's name, but she was easy. I saw her walking to her next class and I could tell by the way she's dressed she'd be an easy screw.
I knocked on the door to my classroom and waited for Mr. Butthole to open the door. His last name isn't really butthole. It's Buttule. Weird last name. I know, but he doesn't like the guys and I for some unknown reason. Maybe he's just jealous of us. Anyway, we named the guy butthole because that is what he is. A butthole.
I see his chubby self wobble over to the door and open it. He has a scowl on his face and even though he's a good distance from me, I can still smell his breath. Has he never heard of toothpaste?
"Mr. Collins. Late again, I see. This is the third week of school and you already have four tardies in my classroom. You're interrupting the other students from learning." He says.
It's always the same thing every time I'm late. He blamed me for the kids not paying attention. The kids in front didn't pay attention because of his breath, so they would keep their heads down in class. Kids in the middle were usually the nerds and would pay attention, but it wasn't that many that would. The kids in the back would usually sleep. I sit in the back.
"Yes, sir. Believe me, I hate interrupting the class from learning, but it was two kids in the hall fighting and I just couldn't let them beat the crap out of each other." I spit him some crap.
"So where's your note from the office? If you broke the fight up and took them to the office, then where is your note for being late to class?" He asks, with a smirk on his face.
He thinks that he has caught me in my own lie. Think again Mr. Butthole. "I helped them solve their differences without having to take them to the office, Mr. Butthole." I say.
I smirk and walk pass him into the classroom. The guys and I never got in trouble for the way we said his name. We would just say we didn't know how to pronounce it.
Mr. Butthole slams the door shut and walks back over to his desk. I always hated this class. It was my class before lunch. I actually liked the subject history, but I hated the teacher who taught it.
I see Stephen and Abby passing notes to each other on my way to my seat. I cringe and wonder why she likes him. I mean, he's not me. I'm better looking. I sit down beside Daniel and get out my phone.
"What girl were you hooking up with?" He whispers to me. I look up from my phone and turn to him. He has a stupid smirk on his face.
"Wish I could tell you. I don't know the girl's name. She was cute though. No doubt about that." I tell him.
"So are you giving up on Abby. I mean, it doesn't look like she and Stephen are going to break up anytime soon." He points at them.
They look happy together, but I don't doubt in my mind that I can steal her away from Stephen. I won't make her cheat, but I will make her break up with him. It won't be easy, but it can be done.
"I'm still doing the bet. It'll just take me longer than I expected it to. I knew this was going to be a challenge. I like challenges." I smirk.
He shakes his head before a sad expression makes its way to his face. I immediately become concerned. "Hey, what's wrong?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "Nothing. I'm just thinking about getting a job. Mom is starting to struggle a bit." He whispers.
Daniel, his little sister, and his mom was abandoned by Daniel's dad when he was thirteen and his sister was eight. He just up and left. Ever since he left, his mom has been struggling to keep them afloat. I felt bad for them. My parents, Ryan's, and Troy's parents offered them money, but they would always turn it down. It must be getting really bad if he has to get a job now.
"What about football practice? How are you going to juggle school, football, and a job?" I ask.
He shrugs, "I don't know, but I can't just sit back and watch my mom work herself to death. I have to get a job. I'll go looking today after practice." He says.
"What about Naomi? Who's going to go pick her up after practice from her friend's house?" I ask him.
"I asked Alyssa if she could pick her up after school for me and take her to her house. My mom usually picks her up after school and takes her to one of her friend's house, but she has to work later than usual today so I asked a favor from Alyssa. She said she doesn't mind." He tells me.
I raise an eyebrow. "Since when have you and Alyssa been buddy buddies?" I smirk.
"Dude, shut up. It's not like that. We're just friends and I asked a favor from her. That's all." He says.
I roll my eyes. "Whatever, but you know if you need anything that..." He cuts me off and finishes my sentence, "I can always come to you and the guys. I know. I'm fine man. I mean it." He smiles.
It's a sad smile, but I decide to not push him further about it. If it gets really bad he will tell me. I'm sure he will. The rest of the class I watch Stephen and Abby. It makes me sick to my stomach to see them together. I swear, if he sleeps with her before I do, I will kill him.
*****
I walked up to the front door and knocked on it. I waited a few minutes before the person I came to see opened the door.
"Jordan? What are you doing here?" She asks, surprised I'm here. I'm surprised myself because she's wearing a sports bra, Nike spandex shorts, and Nike shoes. Wearing it good, might I add.
"Sorry I didn't call Midget. Where are you headed?" I ask, avoiding her question.
"Just going for a jog. I need to get in shape." She says, stepping outside and closing the door.
"How about I come along? I'm always down for exercise." I smile.
"You're not dressed for running and you just got out of practice. Aren't you tired?" She asks.
I shake my head. "I don't get tired easy. Plus, we can go to my house and I can get changed. There's also a park not to far from my house where we can run to and run the trails there." I say.
She thinks about it. I like when she thinks because you can practically tell what she's thinking or what answer she's going to give you. In my case, it's a yes.
"Alright, but don't go all quarterback speed on me. I won't hesitate to turn back around and leave you." She warns.
"I would never leave my Midget." I tap her on the nose and she pushes me away. Well, attempts to anyway. I'm as solid as a rock. I laugh at her attempt while she turns red. We both get in the car and I'm still laughing.
"Maybe, we should do some weight training instead of running." I laugh harder.
"Shut up. You're on the football team. Of course I'm not going to be able to move you." She says.
I pinch her cheeks. "It's okay, Abby. I think your attempt to push me was kind of cute." I smirk.
She rolls her eyes. "Can we just go. I don't have all day." She says.
I start the car and head to my house. I wonder if my parents are home. I hope not because if they are, they're going to think Abby is my girlfriend or something. That's why I don't bring girls around them. They always assume things.
"So, I saw you arrive to school today in your new car. How's it feel to finally be driving?" I ask.
She shrugs. "The driving part isn't all that exciting. I've driven my mom's and my dad's cars plenty of times. It's the fact that I finally have a car of my own that's exciting." She smiles.
I nod my head. "I use to have a phobia of driving. After my parents died, I didn't want to ever get in a car again. Even when it was time for me to drive, I didn't get my license until I was almost seventeen. I got over it eventually with the help of my foster parents and the guys." I tell her.
"I freak out at the sight of spiders." She says, trying to ease the tension in the car now. I crack a smile letting her know I appreciate her not letting me bring myself down.
"Really? What happens when you see a spider?" I ask.
"Well, one time it was in the middle of the night and I had stayed up because I was studying for a test. I was sitting at my desk when a spider slowly lowered itself in front of my face. I freaked out. I started screaming like a mad woman. I threw my lamp at it, which I broke. Finally, my parents and Matt came in my room with a bat thinking I was being murdered or something. They laughed at me for a whole week about that. I was really embarrassed." She laughs.
I'm laughing along with her. "Well, I know what prank I'm going to play on you for April fools." I smirk.
I glance over at her to see her eyes wide. "I swear, if you do anything to me related to spiders, I will kill you. I'm not even kidding Jordan." She said serious.
I start to laugh. "Calm down, Midget. I was only kidding." I say.
We pull into my driveway and I park the car. I see my mom's car and my dad's car in the garage and mentally start to curse.
I let my head fall back on the head rest and sigh. "Are you alright?" Abby asks me.
"My parents are home," I turn to her and put on my serious face, "If they ask are we a couple you say no. They're going to assume we're a couple." I tell her.
She laughs. "That's nothing to worry about," She smiles while opening the door to my car, "Come on, let's go inside."
I sigh. When they see her, they're pratically going to plan our wedding. I open the door to my car and step out before closing it. We both walk up to my front door and I unlock it.
I close the door quietly, trying not to be heard. I grab Abby's hand and bolt towards the steps, but I get caught at the first step.
"Jordan," My mother calls, "Who's this?" She asks with curiosity all over her face.
"This is Abigail Monroe." I introduce her to my mom using her full name. She hates being called Abigail for some reason.
"Just Abby." She smiles while shaking my mom's hand.
"Nice to meet you Abby. I'm Lauren. Will you be staying for dinner?" My mom asks.
"No, mom. I'm just going to get changed so that we can both go for a run." I tell her, trying to hint at her to go away, but my mom is pretty clueless.
"Well, after that run she's going to be hungry. You should stay for dinner." My mom smiles, obviously wanting her to stay.
I rub my hand down my face. "Mom, we'll both be sweaty and stanky. She'll probably want to shower." I say.
"I have some clothes that a friend gave to me that her daughter can't wear anymore. She thought I had a daughter instead of a son. She can wear those." My mom fires back.
"Mom, she doesn't have any panties or a bra." I fire back. She can't possibly say anything after that.
"I can go out while you two are running and go get her some undergarments and stuff." My mom says.
What the hell? "Um, Mrs. Collins, maybe we can do this another time. I really don't want you spending money on me, just for me to have dinner with you all." Abby says politely.
She must not know my mother. She doesn't take no for an answer. "Nonsense, I don't mind at all. In fact, I'll head out now." She smiles before grabbing her keys and heading out the door.
Abby turns to me. "That's what I live with." I say before turning back around and going upstairs.
She follows me in my room and sits on my bed while I take out gym shorts to run in. Yup, I'm going shirtless.
"Your room is pretty clean. I expected it to be all sloppy." She says.
I began to unbutton my pants. "Woah, heads up before you go getting all naked." She says, covering her eyes.
She wants to see me naked. Who wouldn't? "Sorry, I keep forgetting to warn you. Anyway, I don't like dirty things. I like my room to be clean." I tell her.
I put on the gym shorts and take off my shirt. "You can open your eyes now." I tell her.
She opens her eyes and her mouth drops a little. She's staring at my abs, no doubt about it. She looks down and blushes because I've caught her staring at me.
I grab a pair of socks and put them on before putting my shoes on. "You ready to go?" I ask.
She nods her head. We both walk down the stairs and out the house. "Follow me and keep up." I say before I take off jogging.
She falls into step with me. I look over at her and I see that her boobs are bouncing a little. She has medium sized boobs which I like. The longer I stare at them, the harder I get. I quickly avert my eyes back to the path ahead of us so that I won't attack her with my lips.
We reach the park and continue to run. We pass this tree that marks the first mile, then pass the bench that marks the second mile, then past the gate that leads to another trail that marks the third mile.
We're both breathing hard and our breathing is uncontrolled. She's keeping up with me which tells me she's pretty athletic. When we get to the open space that I like to come to, I stop running.
I collapse on the ground and so does she next to me. "God, how many miles did we just run?" She breathes heavily.
"Three. I could have gone further, but I don't want you to be too sore in the morning." I smirk at her, breathing just as hard as her.
"Where are we?" She sits up and looks around.
"Just a place I discovered not too long ago. I come here sometimes when I just need to think. It's very relaxing." I tell her.
"I agree. It's beautiful here." She says. I sit up along with her and smile.
"Yeah, it is. Beautiful just like you." I smirk. She turns her head to look at me and blushes.
We're both quiet for a moment before she breaks the silence. "Jordan, why do you sleep with a bunch of girls?" She asks.
I stare in front of me, not looking at her. "You know why. I came to your house crying and explaining to you the reason why I am the way I am." I tell her.
I remember that night. It was the first time I actually opened up to Abby about my past. I'll be honest and say that I didn't do it for the bet. I really didn't want to lose a friend like her. She's fun to hang around and after the bet I knew I was either going to stop being friends with her or we would remain friends. It depends on how she feels about me taking her virginity then breaking up with her.
"Still that doesn't mean you have to continue to sleep with a bunch of girls. You're better than that Jordan." She says.
I turn my head to look at her. "Maybe, I'm not better than that. You don't know everything there is to know about me, Abby." I tell her.
She turns her head and looks at me. "I don't believe you're the Jordan that goes around sleeping with different girls. I believe you're the Jordan that calls me beautiful and that is my friend." She smiles.
She has faith in me. I like it. I've never met anyone that has had faith in me like she does. It's nice to know someone cares about you.
"Enough about me. How are you and Stephen?" I ask her. I didn't really want to talk about her and Stephen, but I'd rather not talk about me either.
"Everything is good. He treats me nice." She says.
I stare at her for a minute. "Nice? That's all you have to say is nice?" I question her.
"What's wrong with nice?" She asks. I laugh at her. She stares at me while I laugh and I know she thinks I'm a crazy person.
"Abby, a 'nice' relationship can't be satisfying to you." I say, making air quotations around nice.
"I like my relationship just fine. Stephen makes me feel special." She says.
I nod my head. "He might make you feel special, but you deserve more than just nice. You deserve extraordinary. You deserve someone that whenever they're not around you can't stop thinking about them. Someone that you find yourself always needing to be near or with. Someone that when they touch you, your whole body becomes electrified. When they kiss you, you become weak in the knees and crave more of them. Someone that you can't resist even if you tried. Someone that makes you afraid of the way they make you feel. Someone who can make you, but at the same time be the person to break you." I say while looking her in the eyes.
She looks from my eyes to my lips then back to my eyes. "Maybe, I'm okay with nice because it's safe." She whispers.
I think about what she said. She's with Stephen because she thinks he's safe. Is she trying to say I'm not safe?
"Can I ask you something, Abby. Be truthful about it too." I say.
She nods her head. "Are you dating Stephen because you like him or because you know he won't hurt you?" I ask.
She stares at me for a moment. She's probably debating on whether she should be honest with me or not.
"I like him, but I started off dating him because I knew he would never cheat or hurt me. Plus, he's the first cute guy that's ever asked me out." She says.
"Did you date him because you think I'm dangerous?" I ask her. I won't be offended if she says yes. I just want her to be honest with me.
"Kind of. I had a crush on you, but I knew you weren't the settling down type so I started liking Stephen instead. I just didn't want to get my hopes up for you, only for you to tell me you just see me as a friend." She looks down and starts to fiddle with her fingers.
I grab her chin and turn her head towards me. I lean my face in a little close, but I don't kiss her. Her eyes are wide and her breath hitches in her throat.
"Jordan, I can't kiss you. I can't cheat on Stephen." She says.
"I'm not going to kiss you. I just want you to know that I'm the better choice and eventually all the feelings you think you have for Stephen will disappear. I'll wait on you Abby. I don't mind waiting for you because you were always mine." I tell her.
I run my thumb over her lip and her eyes follow my thumb. "But I must admit, I do want to kiss you. The temptation is there." I tell her.
Her eyes close and I know she's trying to fight the temptation. I like how I affect her. I know the right words to say. If I was a jackass, I would pull a Troy stunt on Stephen, but then Abby would beat herself up over it knowing she kissed me and cheated on Stephen.
"We better go before we do something that you'll regret." I say, standing up.
She gets up. "Don't you mean, we'll regret?" She asks.
I shake my head and laugh. "I wouldn't regret it." I say before taking off. She catches up with me a few minutes later and we run back to my house.
The run back to my house isn't as bad as the run to the park. We'd stop every now and then to just walk. I could tell on the way back to my house she was deep in thought. Probably about what I said earlier.
I didn't even have a plan for the bet which was bad on my part. I was just letting things happen when I shouldn't be. She's got a boyfriend now, she knows more about me then she should, and she made me fight for her friendship. There's going to be a turn around. Things are going to start going my way.
I open the door to my house and I smell food being cooked in the kitchen. It smells like chicken being fried. My favorite. I go into the kitchen along with Abby and see my mom cooking.
"Hey mom." I say, causing her to jump. She places a hand over her heart and looks at both of us.
"You scared me. I should be done cooking by the time you both get out of the shower. How was the run?" She asks, turning back to making her homemade macaroni.
"It was good mom. Um, I'm going to let Abby shower in the guest room. Where did you put her," I pause for a moment thinking of how to say the words, "Stuff?"
My mom laughs at me. "It's upstairs in your room on the bed. I hoped I guess your size right, Abby. I mean the panties weren't hard to guess, but your chest size was." My mom was about to ramble some more until I gave her a look.
Abby's whole face is red and even her neck is red. She's embarrassed and even I'm embarrassed. "We're going upstairs." I say, grabbing Abby's hand.
When we get to my room, I look at the outfit my mom has on my bed. She has a black tank top and a pair of blue jean shorts with some black flip flops. Next to it there are a matching black set of a bra and panties.
"Oh my God. This is so embarrassing. You're practically going to know what bra and underwear I have on." Abby says, grabbing the clothes in her hands.
"I'm sorry about my mom. She can be a little forceful and straightforward sometimes." I scratch the back of my neck and offer her a small smile.
She nods her head. "It's okay. I know some people that would trade parents with you any day." She says.
I nod my head. "Let me show you to the guest room and shower unless you want to save water and shower with me." I wiggle my eyebrows and she laughs at me.
"Shut up and just show me to the shower. I've never sweated this much before in my life." She says, getting up and following me with the stuff in her hands.
I show her to the guest room and show her how to work the shower. I'm pretty sure she can figure it out, but it never hurts to be a little nice.
I go back to my own room and hop in the shower. The hot water feels good. Like someone running their hands up and down my back and stomach. I can only imagine what it would feel like to have Abby's hands all over me. Or her lips. When I rubbed my thumb on her lips, they were so soft. Like rose petals.
What am I doing? I'm having fantasies about Abby. I look down and see that Jordan jr is excited. I turn the hot water off and have nothing, but the cold water running. Thanks Abby.
*****
This is awkward and embarrassing. We're sitting at my dinner table with my mom and dad. When dad got home, he asked Abby a million questions back to back.
Now we're sitting here trying to eat dinner, but mom and dad are trying to find out everything that they can about Abby, but I have to admit that I have found out quite a few things about her myself. That's why I haven't stopped them completely.
I found out that Abby knows how to play the piano. I would have to get my Midget to play something for me one day.
"So, Abby, how did you and Jordan meet?" My dad asks.
"We, um, bumped into each other. I landed on my butt and he helped me up. He didn't get to apologize to me so he sat with me at lunch and apologized. Of course we broke out into a full conversation and since then we've been friends." She says.
"Well, you're the first girl my son has brought home. I was starting to think he was batting for the other team, if you know what I mean." My dad winks at her.
Abby breaks out into a fit of laughter along with my mom and dad. My mouth is hanging open and I'm sure my face is red. My dad really thought I was gay? I could get a couple of girls to prove that I'm not gay.
"I think it's time for Abby to go. She didn't tell her parents she'd be staying for dinner." I grumble.
"Ah, come on son. Don't be a party pooper. Girls don't dig a guy who can't have fun. Ask your mother." I stare at my dad like he's crazy.
"Mr. And Mrs. Collins, I've really enjoyed you're company, but he's right. I have to go. Thank you so much for the dinner and laughs." She smiles.
"You're welcomed anytime, honey. We enjoyed having you." My mom smiles.
I stand up along with Abby. "I'll be back in a minute." I tell them before grabbing my keys and walking out the door along with Abby.
We both get in my car and she smiles. "Don't." I warn her. I know she's about to tease me.
"Batting for the other team, huh? Never would have guessed." She smirked.
I was becoming pissed by the second until an idea came into my mind. "I can prove to you in ten minutes that I'm not batting for the other team." I smirk now.
Her smirks drops and she gulps. I can never get used to the affect I have on her. I start the car and laugh. "Don't worry. I won't touch you until you beg me to." I say.
"You'll be waiting a while buddy." She says, not looking at me.
"I don't mind waiting for you Midget. Like I said, eventually you'll get tired of Stephen." I tell her.
She rolls her eyes playfully at me and I head back to her house. On the way back to her house we don't talk. We just listen to Onerepublic. I pull into her driveway and park.
"Jordan, I really care about you and I hope you find someone that loves you like Stephen loves me." She says.
I turn to her. "Stephen might love you, but can you say you love Stephen?" I ask her.
She doesn't say anything. "Listen, Abby, I'm not going to come between you and Stephen, but I am going to help you realize what you really want." I tell her.
"Jordan, I know what I want. You and I are just friends, remember?" She says.
I nod my head. "Abby, you don't want to be just friends with me. You know just like I know that there's something more than just friends between us. You just won't admit it to yourself because you're convinced that you love Stephen." I say.
"I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow." She gets out the car and walks into her house.
I've got to get Stephen out of the picture. He's ruining my chances. Lately this bet has been consuming my life and I don't know if that's a good thing or bad thing.