Imagine Seeing Jordan and Ripley Together Pt. 2
Authors Note: I apologize for making you all wait so long for this one! When I wrote the first part I had no intention of writing a part two. So many of you were asking for it that I felt that I had to make it the best that I possibly could. I struggled writing this and scrapped the entire thing many times, but here is the finished finally. I hope you enjoy it.
It had been a week since the Championship football game. Spring break had just ended. It had been a month and a half since you had found Jordan cheating on you, and broken up with him. A month and a half since you last spoke to him.
He still tried to contact you, even though you had told him not to. It made your heart ache, seeing his name on your phone, the flowers he left on your doorstep. The devestated look on his face when you occasionally saw him in the hallways, despite trying your best to avoid him at all costs.
You missed him, of course you missed him. You werenât entirely sure how to be you without Jordan.
A week ago you had gone to the championship football game, not for Jordan, though he was there. You had gone to keep Olivia company, and to support Asher and Spencer.
You could tell that Jordan wasnât playing his best, you noticed the interceptions. He probably knew that you were there. You hadnât wanted to look at him though, for you had spotted the girl. Though some stalking and insight from Olivia you learned that her name was Ripley.
Ripley had been there, cheering Jordan on. It stung, if heâd wanted you back is much you would have thought that he would have dumped the girl.
When sheâd run onto the field after Beverlyâs victory and kissed Jordan you had watched numbly before forcing yourself to congratulate Spencer instead of watching.
And now? Now you were forced to try your very best to avoid Jordan in school and outside of school. With Olivia being your best friend you couldnât avoid her for all of break just because you wanted to avoid Jordan.
Hanging out with Olivia over break meant that you did occasionally see Jordan. And heâd been with either Ripley or his ex, from before he was dating you, Hadley. It seemed that he had run to other girls.
Fast forward another month and Olivia had finally let you in on the long held secret, that Jordan had been doing drugs with Ripley, and it had almost cost him the Championship game. She let you know that Jordan hadnât been seeing Ripley anymore, but sheâd spotted him with Hadley and a whole bunch of other girls. He was essentially screwing the whole school.
Olivia being the great friend that she was wanted to give you a heads up so that when you witnessed firsthand Jordan messing around with half the school you wouldnât be quite so blindsided.
Did he ever truly care? You wonder.
Yet, he was still trying to contact you and still left little gifts at your doorstep.
In some ways, you wanted to let him back in and be together but the thought of him having touched others that werenât you prevented you from falling back into his trap.
It was the year 2020, a full year after your split with Jordan. Slowly, his attempts to contact you had lessened, the only gift came on your birthday. He was doing his own thing and so were you.
Eventually, the heartbreak had lessened, youâd been able to go longer and longer amounts of time without thinking about Jordan. You had even been able to stop by Jordanâs house while he was there.
You treasured the moments youâd spent together but knew that you couldnât dwell on something that was over. Youâd even ventured out on a couple dates with some of the quieter guys at school. No luck there but at least you had tried.
âDo I look okay?â Olivia asks from behind you. She smoothes down the front of her black ensemble.
You smile at her, âYou look great, Asher is going to lose his mind.â
She presses a shy hand to her mouth and smiles at you, âThank you Y/N,â
You lace your fingers together and begin your descent down the stairs to the main floor of her house where her birthday party was being thrown.
Jordan was here somewhere, it was his birthday party too. However, you refused to search for him. You were here for Olivia, not him.
You let go of Oliviaâs hand as Asher swoops in towards Olivia, pulling her in for a long kiss. âYou look beautiful,â he says, causing her to blush.
You shoot her a thumbs up and move to the kitchen to snag some food.
âOh!â You say as you turn the corner and promptly run straight into Jordanâs chest. His hands shoot out to steady you, curling around your hips.
The two of you stare at each other for what feels like an eternity.
âHappy birthday,â you finally choke out.
He gives you a sad look and removes his hands from your hips. âThanks,â
Jordan doesnât seem to be making any move to leave so you decide to ask, âHow are you?â
His face changes to a look of shock when the question leaves your mouth,. He rubs the back of his neck, âIâm okay. How are you?â
You shrug wrapping your arms around yourself in a makeshift shield from him, âIâm okay.â
He nods, eyes following your action. âThatâs good. Iâm glad that youâre doing okay.â
The two of you proceed to continue to just stand there, a perfect picture of awkwardness. Until a party goer pushes between the two of you to get into the kitchen.
âUm⌠bye.â You squeak, happy for the distraction, and skirt past Jordan into the kitchen before he can say anything else. You quickly grab a can of soda and a bag of your favorite chips before making your way to the somewhat quietness of the front of the Bakerâs house.
The sun is just beginning to get lower in the sky, and you sit down on the front step of the house. You absentmindedly sip at your soda and stare at the sky. The encounter between you and Jordan plays over and over in your head as you admire the changing colors.
He looked good, of course he did. Heâd filled out more and somehow seemed to have grown another inch which widened the height gap between the two of you even more.
The word snaps you out of your thoughts and your jerk your head up, searching for the speaker in the dim light.
He steps forward, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his red hoodie. Jordan chews on his lip, not meeting your gaze.
âIs this spot taken?â He gestures to the space on the pavement next to you with his foot.
You just nod at him, your words seem to have left you once again.
He sits down next to you, his knee just inches from yours. He picks at a string that had come loose from the seams of his jeans. âCan we talk?â
His voice is soft and when you turn to look at him he quickly turns away, opting to look at the sunset instead.
âWeâre talkingâ you say, so quiet that you arenât even sure that youâve said the words aloud.
You chew on your lip as the image of him and Ripley flicks into your mind before you can stop it.
âIâm a douche and I messed up and Iâm not sure that thereâs anything that I can ever say to make up for all the pain I know that I cause you. Iâm stupid and I took the best thing that has ever happened to me for granted. I let myself lose sight of what was important and I wonât ever forgive myself for that,â
He sucks in a giant breath after forcing the words out so fast and then promptly proceeds to continue talking at a rapid pace.
âI hurt you in the worst way possible and I didnât stop after the first time. I kept on going and going and I lost sight of myself. When you were gone it felt like a piece of me was missing and I tried so hard to fill that void with other things. With drugs, football, girls. None of those worked because none of them were or ever will be you. And I donât deserve to ever have you, hell, I donât even deserve to be sitting here talking to your right now.â
There are tears falling down his face, heâs being vulnerable with you.
âI miss you, and us. I want the best for you and I know that that itsnât be but there will always be a part of me that wishes that I was.â
âYou slept with half the school,â
He shakes his head, a hand tugging at his hair angrily.
âI didnât. We made out, had fun, but I never slept with anyone. I wanted you to think that, I hoped that you would feel jealous and that was so wrong of me. I-â
âI forgive you Jordan,â you say softly, âI forgave you a long time ago.â
âWhy?â He croaks out, âI donât deserve that.â
You shrug and take another sip of your soda, âI couldnât be angry forever, I moved on.â
âFrom me.â He whispers.
The words come out of your mouth before you have the chance to stop them, âFrom what you did to me, but Iâll always love you.â
His head jerks up and you can feel him staring at you, âI havenât ever stopped loving you,â
You both sit in silence for a few moments, mulling over his words.
âI wish that things could have been different, we were the best idea,â His voice breaks halfway through the sentence.
âWe still could be. We could start again.â
The words shock you and you clap a hand over your mouth. Here Jordan was stirring up all these old feelings and making you say things that you would never normally say.
âDo you really mean that?â He watches you with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, but not quite believing what youâre saying.
A smile slides onto his face and he holds a hand out to you, âHi, Iâm Jordan Baker.â
âY/N L/N,â You respond, a smile of your own forming. Your grasp his hand and shake it firmly, your stomach fluttering at the way his skin feels against yours. âItâs nice to meet you.â
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