No More Time; Jordan

[Jordan Cabilio]

I straighten back up, watching as Cailana came over before I roll my light brown eyes. Could I just fucking go home? "What?" I ask, my tone exasperated. A hand reaches up to push my curly hair out of my face. I shift on my feet, my gaze on her face. My eyes go to the stitches on her forehead and my brow creases a bit though I decide not to ask about it- was it really any of my business?

[Cailana Morrow]

I look over as he comes out, almost snapping at the harsh tone he gives. "Hey, calm your tits," I say, rolling my eyes slightly. A huff escapes me and I run a finger of the stitches, looking at him again. "Look, you only have to be gone for the day. I talked him into letting you off the hook," I say, looking down. It was kind of odd for me to even be talking to him at the moment but I was going to be strong.

[Jordan Cabilio]

I roll my eyes a bit as she tells me to calm my tits before looking down at my feet. "Gee, thanks, what'd it take? you blowing him?" I ask sarcastically before a bitter chuckle escapes me. "Whatever." I mumble, not looking at Cailana as I turn on my heel to start down the hallway towards the exit and I shove the doors open, a huff escaping me. I still had to clue why this bothered me so much..

[Cailana Morrow]

I roll my eyes when he asks me what it took and when he begins towards the exit, I walk back in the class, looking at them all until the bell rang. What had him so worked out? I know I took it hard when I saw him and Travis together but got over since we weren't actually dating, right? There was no meaning behind what we did, at least I thought so. A huff escapes me and I find someone to cover my class for the rest of the day, deciding to take a day off.

[Jordan Cabilio]

I lay back on the couch at my house, staring up at the ceiling. I was trying to sort out my thoughts. The night I'd spent with Cailana had no meaning- right? It wasn't supposed to, at least, but then why did I find myself so worked up over her flirting with Mr. Dallas? Maybe some part of her had endeared ehr to me, maybe what she'd told me of her past- I didn't know. A soft sigh escapes me and I fling an arm over my face as if to block myself off from the rest of the world.

[Cailana Morrow]

I huff when I plop on my couch and look around for a second. Our night was meaningless...I thought. My eyes close and I groan slightly at my next thought; I had to see Jordan and find out what this was about. I sit up and go into my car, driving to his house before knocking on the door, hoping that he wouldn't mind me stopping by. I refused to look at him if he did answer and if he didn't then I would just leave. No big deal.

[Jordan Cabilio]

I sit up as a knock comes at my door and I knew if could only be one of two people- Travor or Cailana.. and I didn't know which one I wanted to to be. I stand and push my bangs out of my face as I unlock the door -no way was I leaving it unlocked again- and look at her for a moment before looking at my feet. "Wanna come in or.." I mumble, stepping to the side even though she didn't reply.

[Cailana Morrow]

I hear him ask if I wanted in or not and look up slightly, walking in once he moves out of the way. A sigh escapes me and I sit on the couch looking up at him before looking away. "Uh, sorry to just come here but...about our night, did it mean anything or not?" I ask, looking away, not sure what how else to ask it. I look at him and brush my hair from my face and look away for a minute, typing on my phone.

[Jordan Cabilio]

I shut the door after she moves past me and I plop down on the arm of the couch, picking at my fignernails. A blush creeps up my face at Cailana's question and I shrug my shoulders with a sigh. How could I explain what I was feeling to her when I didn't even know? "Pass." I finally mumur, looking over at her. She's probably get pissed at me and leave- and I'd be grateful. I had no clue what I felt towards her, but I did know one thing- I wanted her, I really did think she was gorgeous.

[Cailana Morrow]

A hand runs through my hair when he sits on the arm until he says pass and I nod, huffing lightly. "Just wondering..." I mumble, resting my head on the free arm of the couch. "I mean, it was obvious you were a little jealous and I was upset when I saw you with Travor," I mumble, looking away before getting up and walking to him, lightly kissing his cheek before heading to the door. "Just come by if you ever need me," I say before heading out the door.

[Jordan Cabilio]

A scowl crosses my face as she mentions about me being jealous, but my shoulders sag a bit as she goes on about Travor. "I-I didn't plan it.." I mumble, my face turning red. Her lips leave a tingling feeling on my skin and I listen to Cailana's retreating footsteps before the door shuts. I stay there for a couple more moments, my mind racing before I suddenly stand and launch myself towards the door. "Wait!" I call, flinging it open, but she was already gone.

[Cailana Morrow]

I lay on my couch, looking around before huffing and taking a sip of my Dr. Pepper, and grading papers. My eyes rove over the answers before I toss it aside and pulling a cover over me and turning on the TV and flipping through channels until I stop on Nightmare on Elm Street and watch it. It was better than sitting in silence and it would also help me sleep before school tomorrow, which I was kind of regretting.

[Jordan Cabilio]

I growl and slam the door, flipping the lock before running a hand through my hair. I wanted to scream. An impulse to runa fter her, but she'd already gone- that wasn't how it went in movies.. or was it? I huff and wander into the kitchen, pulling the door open and grabbing a beer before sprawling out on the couch and taking a swig of it, watching some football game that I really didn't give a fuck about. All I could think about was Cailana- but why was that?

[Cailana Morrow]

My hand goes to my head and I look around, admiring the hotel that looked like my house. I walk outside, knowing that I was only minutes away from the apartment complex that Jordan lived at. I had a friend that lived there so I could pretend that it was the reason I wanted to be there. She was Jordan's next door neighbor actually. I sigh and go to my car, driving to the complex before walking up the stair slowly, wondering if Jordan would come outside.

[Jordan Cabilio]

I bring the can to my lips again, watching as the quarterback for the winning team got sacked. I sigh softly, tilting my head back as I finish my beer and angrily toss it at the wall, running a hand through my hair. I lean back and look up at the ceiling, wondering what things would be like once I went back to school the day after tomorrow- Cailana would probably just totally ignore me, which was probably for the best.