Jordan POV
Gym class. My foe. I could feel my heart racing as I changed into the uniform, gym shorts, and an overflowing shirt, feeling uncomfortable with the looks being shot my way. Damnit Jaxon, I cursed, can’t you see they hate me more than ever now? The other girls watched me suspiciously. What did they think I was going to do, turn around and bite their necks like a vampire?
“Maybe she got a witch to put a spell on him” I heard Mirabel whisper to Cordelia, her voice carrying in the locker room.
“That makes sense” Cordelia hissed, her eyes blazing as I inwardly scoffed at how ridiculous they were “How else would she have managed to nab a guy like that? They don’t exactly mesh with each other. He’s gorgeous and she’s just plain and ordinary.”
Great. Any minute now they were going
