Page 39 of Broken Princess

“Don’t you think you should slow down, before you have trouble getting it up?” Bella snipes.

“Don’t you think you should mind your fucking business before I hold you down and make you gag on it?”

“God, when did you become such a mean drunk?”

Right around the time I chose her toxic ass version of friendship over the first woman who was sincere about loving me. Girls have said the words before, but that was because of who I am and what my name could do for them. Jordy didn’t care about any of that shit. She just wanted me, and what we felt for each other was real.

I can’t say that shit out loud, but I can admit it to myself. Itwaslove, and I let the game override the first bit of happiness I’ve had in a while. Now she’s spending all her free time with Noel. I take another drink from the bottle I’m fisting, trying to wipe out the image of Noel and Jordanna together.

The two of them are hanging out all over town. She says they’re networking, but I know him. The only thing he’s doing is laying the foundation to get in her pants. The booze isn’t doing enough to numb my brain, and even though I’m surrounded by sexy, willing women, I don’t want any of them. Maybe I should just call it a night and head home.

It’s my own fault Noel’s squirming his way into Jordy’s life. I knew what I was doing and how badly I was going to hurt her. Now she’s vulnerable to his fake ass charms. He’s MIA tonight. Probably off somewhere, telling Jordy all types of bullshit about how he wants to help her pick up the pieces of her heart and put it back together again.

If I believed in the shit, I’d say her spending time with him is Karma, but calling it payback is closer to the truth. I fucked his girl and his sister freshman year, and now he’s trying to fuck mine. The more I think about it, the more I drink, and the more I drink, the angrier I get. At him, her, Bella, my friends, and at myself.

I’m on my phone again, swiping on Jordy’s Prospectus profile, searching for a clue as to where she is tonight, and what she’s been up to these last few days. Her page is just as blank as it was last semester. Her social circle was small, consisting of Kassidy, a few friends from her classes, and me. Now that I’ve made her public enemy number one, no one’s going to risk my anger by befriending her on this app.

Flipping over to Noel’s page doesn’t yield any different results. He posts a lot about his frat, and his artwork, but there’s nothing on there to help me determine the true status of his relationship with Jordanna.

I’m preparing to close out the app when a post towards the bottom of the page catches my eye. He’s posted a picture of food and captioned it:

Artistic AF. Snacks for the late-night phone chat

Jordanna posted directly under it.

Show off. I spent all day over a cold stove and all I’ve got is granola.

Then he responded with,

Cold is where you went wrong. Next time call me and I’ll help you heat things up.

That’s the end of the comments, but it’s enough. She’s on his wall,flirting. What the fuck? She should be sitting home as miserable as I am, lying in bed, replaying what would have happened, if we hadn’t of been interrupted by Bella’s text. But nope, she’s acting like it meant nothing, being cutesy and flirty with my rival.

Obviously I can’t let her and Noel get too chummy, but there’s no way I’ll be able to break that shit up if I don’t have anyone close to her on my side. My thoughts drift back to Tabitha, telling me Jordy went home with Kassidy during the break. It might be time to pay an old friend a visit.

Jordanna

I’m winded after rushing up the stairs to my floor. I had to turn around halfway to class because I realized I’d forgotten my textbook. I come to a stop just inside the door trying to make sense of the scene in front of me. Kassidy jumps from the couch, hurrying towards me, looking guilty.

“What’s going on?,” I ask, sliding my eyes over to where she was sitting.

Logan stands, and Kassidy rushes to explain. “I know how you feel about Logan.”

“So why is he here?”

“I came to apologize to Kassidy.”

I step towards him, my hands balled into fists at my side. “What the hell did you do?” I launch myself at him and he grips my wrists, holding me away from his body so I can’t hit him.

Kassidy walks over, pulling me away from him and steers me to the couch. “He came to say he’s sorry for using our friendship to get to you.”

“He did, huh?” Sounds like bullshit to me. Any second now he’ll make a fool out of her too.

“Yes.” He nods, smiling too sweetly at my friend. “I realize I may have caused a rift between the two of you. I feel bad about that and figured I should clear the air.”

“You didn’t. Kassidy and I are just fine.”

“That’s what I told him.” Kass says, rubbing my shoulders.

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