A light laugh leaves her despite the circumstances and she kisses me back, swallowing what looks like fear when they pull me away from her. The officer who cuffed me leads me out towards the parking lot and I look over my shoulder, ignoring the sea of eyes on me while I keep mine on Jordyn.
“That’s my girlfriend,” I say smugly, tilting my head at her to show him. “She’s hot, right?”
He mutters something I don’t catch and shoves my head down to throw me into the back of his car, angrily slamming the door in my face before he walks around to jump into the driver’s seat. I blow out a breath and drop my head back on the head rest, frowning to myself when I realize how hungry I am.
“Can we stop and get some food on the way?”
32
Jordyn
The police car disappears out of the parking lot and I wipe my tears with my fingers, struggling not to choke on my heart considering it’s lodged itself somewhere inside my throat. Students and teachers surround me on all sides and although their voices are loud and obnoxious, I do my best to drown them out and ignore the bad things they’re saying about him.
Drug dealer.
Fucking freak.
Years..
I can’t lose him like this.
Not for years.
I squeeze the car keys in my hand and force my feet to move, stopping mid step when the principal’s voice rings out from somewhere behind me. “Miss James?”
“Yes?” I ask, turning around on the front steps to face her fully.
She opens her mouth to say something but snaps it shut again, her eyes narrowing while she moves them over my school uniform. “Is your skirt rolled up?”
It is, but I’m not about to tell her that. “No.”
“Can you prove it please?”
“I’d really rather not.”
She raises a dark brow at that, crossing her arms over her chest with a look that resembles humor. That can’t be right considering her nephew was just arrested for possession with intent, but it’s still there all the same.
“I know what you’re about to do and I’m warning you, I let you off once but I will not let it slide a second time.”
“What’s the punishment?”
“A three day suspension.”
I nod and shrug my shoulders, struggling to care about anything but Xan in this particular moment. “I guess I’ll be back on Friday, then.”
With that, I turn around and walk away, taking my phone out from my purse on my way to Xan’s Camaro. I find my mother’s lawyer’s number and hit the call button, but then I catch Penelope hiding behind a row of cars with her phone in her hand and a stupid little grin on her face, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth while she stares at the video playing on the small screen in front of her. The lawyer’s voice fills my ear and I hang up without saying anything, not wanting Penelope to catch me spying on her. I can always call him back in a minute, but if she’s watching what I think she’s watching, I might not need him at all.
“It’s not for me, you idiot,” Noah hisses through the phone. “This punk ass kid thinks he can steal my girlfriend and I want him gone. How much is it gonna take to get him put away for a few years, at least?”
I lock my jaw and step closer to her, quickly snatching the phone from her hand before she even realizes I’m here. She squeals and I shove her head back, turning my body away from her to watch the rest of it.
“Get me double that,” he orders, pacing his bedroom with his shirt off and his phone pressed up to his ear. “Can you meet me now? I want it done by tomorrow.”
After about ten seconds of him nodding and grabbing some clothes to pull on, the video cuts off and I glare at my former best friend, pulling the phone out of reach when she tries to snatch it from my hand.
“Did you take this without him knowing?”
She hesitates but nods, her eyes wide with panic. “I heard him talking when I went to his house last night and taped him before he saw me.”