The Frat Guy & I

♡ Chapter 19 ♡

I get inside my car tiredly, and after closing my car door, I just sit there and check my phone to see if Jordan messaged me.

It’s been four days now since my birthday, and I haven’t heard from him.

Which is starting to piss me off, excuse my French but seriously.

He didn’t even call me that evening after his shift, I let it go though because he was being considerate that I was celebrating my birthday, and that he was probably exhausted from his shift.

But here I am, four days later, and he hasn’t sent me on text or phone call.

I sent him a text yesterday, but he left me on read.

“f**k you Jordan.” I say then throw my phone on the passenger seat.

I put my seatbelt on and started my engine, and then drove out of the parking garage, and towards some restaurant.

I need food, and I need it now, because I eat when I’m upset, and will probably eat again tonight and cry my eyes out over this damn boy.

 So, I pull outside of some sports bar, and nope I am not going to be drinking, their fries are good I heard, so I am so getting a whole bunch of them.

Once I get inside the bar, I was seated at a window seat.

“What can I get you to drink?” She asks me.

“I’ll have a coke.” I tell her while looking at my menu.

“You sure you don’t want a beer or something?” She asks me, kind of amused.

I look up at her with a blank look, then let out a sigh.

“I just turned twenty-one days ago, and I just want food, plus my mom always told me that day drinking leads to naughty things in her experience.” I tell her as a matter of fact while looking back at my menu.

“Well, okay then, I’ll get that right out for you.” She says after clearing her throat.

Once she walks away, I check my phone and open up my Snapchat.

I am beyond shocked to see that Jordan posted something.

So, I look at his story to find that he was at f*****g Disney World, with some people I guess or well friends it looks like.

 I mean, I don’t mind that he was out with friends, but he could at least have the audacity to reply back to me, I mean, I’m starting to fall for this dude.

“Jordan, you’re a dumb jerk.” I muttered to myself.

“Okay, here you go, do you know what you want to eat?” The waitress asks me while putting my drink down in front of me.

“Yeah, I’ll start off with some Shrimp Tempura.” I tell her.

“Alright, I’ll be right back.” She says while writing it down and then walking away.

“Ooh that looks good.” I say to myself while looking at all the sandwiches on the menu.

Just then my phone starts to buzz, and I get excited, so I look to see who texted me and it was just my mother.

Mom: Hey sweetie, I’m fine, just this time it’s me in the hospital

This made me curious, so I text her back.

Me: Mom, what happened?

She texted back instantly.

Mom: Just broke my leg.

I let out a sigh of relief, and the fact that she’s able to text me, I figured it wasn’t life threatening or anything.

Me: Oh okay, get well soon mom

The waitress then came back with my food before I could send the message.

“Are you ready to order?” She asks me.

“Yep, I’ll have a California Chicken Club, with a side of fries, and can I have a to-go box? I’m not sure that I’ll be able to finish it.” I tell/ask her all at once.

“Yeah no problem.” She chuckles and writes this down.

I hand her the menu and then she walks away.

I then finally sent the message to my mom and then started to eat my fried shrimp with buffalo sauce.

“Ugh, this was well needed.” I groan and continue to eat.

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I walk in through my front door, carrying my to-go box from the sports bar, and car keys all in one hand.

Once I close the door from behind me, and locked it, I heard some tapping sounds coming from my window in my bedroom.

This makes me very carefully put my stuff down on the hallway table, and then make my way to my bedroom.

I see that my door is cracked, so I quietly open it, then scream when I see that it’s just Jordan tapping on my window.

“You could just knock you know.” I tell him annoyed while opening my window.

“Well, I thought that was your parents pulling up, so I panicked.” He tells me while crawling inside my bedroom.

When he gets all the way inside, I give him a punch in the shoulder.

“Hey, that didn’t hurt, but why did you do that?” He asks me with a pout.

“Because, you left me on read, and haven’t talked to me in days.” I say while rolling my eyes at his stupid cute pout.

“Well I’m sorry, I was busy.” He tells me whilst sitting on my bed.

“Still, it’s good to get some reassurance.” I sighed while taking a seat next to him.

He then kisses my forehead.

“I’m sorry, I promise from now on, that I will text you no matter what.” He promises while giving me a cheeky smile.

I looked at him and bit my lip.

Damn him, does he have to be so cute?

It’s hard being mad at him when he does this.

“Okay, whatever.” I sigh yet again.

He then laughs and kisses me all over my face.

But that then escalates to making out, and before I know it, he’s on top of me and in between my legs.

“Good gosh, you’re beautiful.” He breathes once he takes my top off.