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It was a late, muggy September night. The neighborhood was quiet as Andrea sat on her front porch, staring out into space. Her head was throbbing.
“Jordan”, she whispered into the night. It was so soft, you couldn’t hear it over the chirping of the crickets. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled withered picture of them on her birthday. It was her favorite picture of him. He was kissing her cheek, and she was smiling a smile of pure happiness. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She pictured him and her at the lake this past summer. They were sitting on the banks of the lake. She was lying in his arms, and his face was buried in the minty scent of her hair. She was in heaven, and she knew it. She knew there was no greater feeling in the world. Jordan was the one for her. He was her everything, her world. She loved him so much, and she knew she always would.
Suddenly, she heard a car horn and stuffed the picture back into her jacket pocket. She looked up. There in her driveway was a black 2004 Lexus. In the driver’s seat was her current boyfriend, Chase. She smiled and waved at him, not out of love or even friendship, but because it was the polite thing to do. She got up, grabbed her purse, and walked around to the passenger side of the car. She knew it was going to be a long night.
“Hey baby,” Chase said as she sat down in the seat. He leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her head so he kissed her cheek instead.
“Hi,” she said with a slight smile.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. Andrea laughed to herself. She always thought it was so funny when he pretended to care what was wrong with her.
“Earth to Andrea!” Chase said, “What is up with you tonight?”
She blinked. “Nothing. I just couldn’t help getting lost in your eyes,” she lied. He winked at her, and began to pull out of the driveway.
He turned the radio up, and put it on his favorite station. Rap. She hated it. He knew it, but he did it anyway. She just leaned her head against the window and sighed. Chase hadn’t heard her over the noise.
She began to wonder again why she was with Chase, why she was in his car, why she even associated with him. They were complete opposites with absolutely nothing in common. He was rude, insensitive, and had slept with at least 1/3 of the female senior class. Andrea, on the other hand, still had her virginity, and was very proud of it. She and Jordan had talked about that. They had talked about everything. They knew everything about each other. She began to think about the night everything fell apart.
It was their 1 year anniversary. They had planned to go out to dinner at her favorite restaurant, and have dessert out at the lake. The reservations were at 8 o’clock. At 7:30, Andrea was ready to go. She wore her new blue dress. She had specially bought it because blue was Jordan’s favorite color, and he said she looked dazzling in it. Her hair was fixed and her make-up was perfect. She’d spent over 4 hours getting ready. She wanted everything to be perfect. It was 8 o’clock and Andrea glanced in the mirror to check her make-up. It wasn’t like Jordan to be late. He was always early. She waited five minutes. Still no Jordan. She tried calling his cell phone, but there was no answer. She grabbed her keys and headed out the door, hoping he’d be waiting at the restaurant for her. She arrived at the restaurant at 8:20. She was seated at her table, but there was no sign of Jordan. Again, she tried calling his phone. But there was no answer. It was 11 o’clock, and the restaurant was closing. She tried to convince herself that there was some perfectly logical reason Jordan hadn’t shown for dinner. She gathered every last bit of hope left inside her, and drove out to the lake with tears in her eyes. It was dark and foggy, unlike their last night spent there. The skies were cloudy and all seemed dead. Andrea had a terrible feeling that something was wrong. As she leaned against the hood of her car, her cell phone began to ring. She prayed it was Jordan, and it was.
“Hello? Jordan?” she asked anxiously.
“Hey. What’s up baby doll?” Jordan said. His words slurred together. She knew he was drunk. She wanted to burst into tears, but she controlled herself.
“Where are you? Don’t you remember what tonight is?” she said into the phone. Silence filled the line for what seemed like forever.
“Of course I do!” Jordan said. Andrea sighed with relief. He had remembered. “It’s Saturday. Time to party!” he shouted. Andrea choked. She couldn’t believe it. She heard a few girls laughing and screaming, and then the dial tone. She quickly hung up her phone, and got in her car. She wiped the tears off her cheek, and started the car. She didn’t know why, but the next thing she knew, she was flying down the highway to Jordan’s house. She could hear the music about a block away. Surprisingly, the cops hadn’t busted the party yet. She pulled up into the yard, and got out of her car. As she walked up the sidewalk, she had to step over people who had passed out, and some who were vomiting. By the time she had made it to the door, she’d stepped in mud, and two people had thrown up on her. As she entered the house, her eyes began to burn. The entire bottom floor was filled with smoke. She wandered around the house. She saw people dancing, people smoking, people kissing, and even people fighting. But there was no sign of Jordan. She headed up the stairs, half afraid of what she would find. Would he be with another girl? Would he be unconscious? Would he be dead? She walked down the hallway to his room. She pressed her head against the door. It was quiet. She gently opened the door and let the light from the hallway peer in. Andrea almost fainted at what she saw. Jordan was in his bed, but he wasn’t alone. Lying next to him was some blonde girl she recognized. She was a cheerleader. Andrea knew she’d always had a thing for Jordan, but she never would have imagined that Jordan, of all people, would do this to her. Jordan groaned, and sat up. He squinted his eyes. “Andrea?” he asked. Andrea backed out of the room and ran down the stairs.
She jumped into her car, started the engine, and sped off down the street. She was crying so hard, she didn’t see the red light in front of her. She slammed on her brakes and hit her head against the steering wheel. She sat at the light for about 10 minutes trying to realize what had just happened, and let it sink in. She took a deep breath, and headed home. It was the worst night of her life.
About 20 minutes later, Andrea and Chase had arrived at his apartment. A bright light shone in her face. The neon lights burned her eyes. She rubbed her eyes, and then her head, which was now throbbing. She and Chase got out of the car and headed up the 2 flights of stairs. As they entered the apartment, Andrea asked Chad if he had anything to get rid of her headache. He went into the kitchen to see if he did. She made her way over to the couch.
"Hey babe, I found these Tylenols. They should help," Chase said handing her the bottle.
"Thanks," she said. She didn't hesitate to take 2 of them. As she closed her eyes, she saw Jordan's face. Within minutes, she was passed out on the couch.
She was taken back to that time in a dream. She tried calling Jordan for days, but he kept on avoiding her. She didn't care about what he had done anymore. She just wish that he'd talk to her. She missed him.
One Friday night, as Andrea was sitting on her couch watching TV, the doorbell rang. She got up to answer it. She wondered who in the world would be knocking at her door at this hour. As she opened the door, her knees almost gave out underneath her. Standing at her front door was Jordan. He looked tired and worn out.
"Jordan. Hi," she managed to get out.
"Hey," Jordan said. Without thinking, Andrea flung herself at him. She wrapped her arms around him like it were the last time she'd ever see him. Jordan didn't respond for a moment. He just stood there. Finally, he gripped her shoulders and pushed her away. "We really need to talk," he said.
"Well, ok. Come on in," Andrea said. He followed her to the couch. Her heart was pounding. She had never been more afraid than she was waiting to hear what he was about to say.
"Angela, I don't think we should see each other anymore," Jordan said.
"What? Why not?" Andrea said, choking back tears.
"I thought I loved you, but I don't. I'm tired of pretending with you," he said. He was lying, she knew he was. He was the only man who had ever really loved her. She shut her eyes tight. A tear fell from her eye, and rolled down her cheek. She was speechless. She looked at him through her blurry eyes. He got up and walked over to the door. He paused.
"I'm sorry," he said. His voice was hoarse. It was barely a whisper. He opened the door, and walked out. He walked out of her life for good.
Andrea choked back her tears. She threw herself on the couch, and buried her face in a pillow. She screamed so loud her throat hurt.
“Jordan”, she whispered into the night. It was so soft, you couldn’t hear it over the chirping of the crickets. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled withered picture of them on her birthday. It was her favorite picture of him. He was kissing her cheek, and she was smiling a smile of pure happiness. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She pictured him and her at the lake this past summer. They were sitting on the banks of the lake. She was lying in his arms, and his face was buried in the minty scent of her hair. She was in heaven, and she knew it. She knew there was no greater feeling in the world. Jordan was the one for her. He was her everything, her world. She loved him so much, and she knew she always would.
Suddenly, she heard a car horn and stuffed the picture back into her jacket pocket. She looked up. There in her driveway was a black 2004 Lexus. In the driver’s seat was her current boyfriend, Chase. She smiled and waved at him, not out of love or even friendship, but because it was the polite thing to do. She got up, grabbed her purse, and walked around to the passenger side of the car. She knew it was going to be a long night.
“Hey baby,” Chase said as she sat down in the seat. He leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her head so he kissed her cheek instead.
“Hi,” she said with a slight smile.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. Andrea laughed to herself. She always thought it was so funny when he pretended to care what was wrong with her.
“Earth to Andrea!” Chase said, “What is up with you tonight?”
She blinked. “Nothing. I just couldn’t help getting lost in your eyes,” she lied. He winked at her, and began to pull out of the driveway.
He turned the radio up, and put it on his favorite station. Rap. She hated it. He knew it, but he did it anyway. She just leaned her head against the window and sighed. Chase hadn’t heard her over the noise.
She began to wonder again why she was with Chase, why she was in his car, why she even associated with him. They were complete opposites with absolutely nothing in common. He was rude, insensitive, and had slept with at least 1/3 of the female senior class. Andrea, on the other hand, still had her virginity, and was very proud of it. She and Jordan had talked about that. They had talked about everything. They knew everything about each other. She began to think about the night everything fell apart.
It was their 1 year anniversary. They had planned to go out to dinner at her favorite restaurant, and have dessert out at the lake. The reservations were at 8 o’clock. At 7:30, Andrea was ready to go. She wore her new blue dress. She had specially bought it because blue was Jordan’s favorite color, and he said she looked dazzling in it. Her hair was fixed and her make-up was perfect. She’d spent over 4 hours getting ready. She wanted everything to be perfect. It was 8 o’clock and Andrea glanced in the mirror to check her make-up. It wasn’t like Jordan to be late. He was always early. She waited five minutes. Still no Jordan. She tried calling his cell phone, but there was no answer. She grabbed her keys and headed out the door, hoping he’d be waiting at the restaurant for her. She arrived at the restaurant at 8:20. She was seated at her table, but there was no sign of Jordan. Again, she tried calling his phone. But there was no answer. It was 11 o’clock, and the restaurant was closing. She tried to convince herself that there was some perfectly logical reason Jordan hadn’t shown for dinner. She gathered every last bit of hope left inside her, and drove out to the lake with tears in her eyes. It was dark and foggy, unlike their last night spent there. The skies were cloudy and all seemed dead. Andrea had a terrible feeling that something was wrong. As she leaned against the hood of her car, her cell phone began to ring. She prayed it was Jordan, and it was.
“Hello? Jordan?” she asked anxiously.
“Hey. What’s up baby doll?” Jordan said. His words slurred together. She knew he was drunk. She wanted to burst into tears, but she controlled herself.
“Where are you? Don’t you remember what tonight is?” she said into the phone. Silence filled the line for what seemed like forever.
“Of course I do!” Jordan said. Andrea sighed with relief. He had remembered. “It’s Saturday. Time to party!” he shouted. Andrea choked. She couldn’t believe it. She heard a few girls laughing and screaming, and then the dial tone. She quickly hung up her phone, and got in her car. She wiped the tears off her cheek, and started the car. She didn’t know why, but the next thing she knew, she was flying down the highway to Jordan’s house. She could hear the music about a block away. Surprisingly, the cops hadn’t busted the party yet. She pulled up into the yard, and got out of her car. As she walked up the sidewalk, she had to step over people who had passed out, and some who were vomiting. By the time she had made it to the door, she’d stepped in mud, and two people had thrown up on her. As she entered the house, her eyes began to burn. The entire bottom floor was filled with smoke. She wandered around the house. She saw people dancing, people smoking, people kissing, and even people fighting. But there was no sign of Jordan. She headed up the stairs, half afraid of what she would find. Would he be with another girl? Would he be unconscious? Would he be dead? She walked down the hallway to his room. She pressed her head against the door. It was quiet. She gently opened the door and let the light from the hallway peer in. Andrea almost fainted at what she saw. Jordan was in his bed, but he wasn’t alone. Lying next to him was some blonde girl she recognized. She was a cheerleader. Andrea knew she’d always had a thing for Jordan, but she never would have imagined that Jordan, of all people, would do this to her. Jordan groaned, and sat up. He squinted his eyes. “Andrea?” he asked. Andrea backed out of the room and ran down the stairs.
She jumped into her car, started the engine, and sped off down the street. She was crying so hard, she didn’t see the red light in front of her. She slammed on her brakes and hit her head against the steering wheel. She sat at the light for about 10 minutes trying to realize what had just happened, and let it sink in. She took a deep breath, and headed home. It was the worst night of her life.
About 20 minutes later, Andrea and Chase had arrived at his apartment. A bright light shone in her face. The neon lights burned her eyes. She rubbed her eyes, and then her head, which was now throbbing. She and Chase got out of the car and headed up the 2 flights of stairs. As they entered the apartment, Andrea asked Chad if he had anything to get rid of her headache. He went into the kitchen to see if he did. She made her way over to the couch.
"Hey babe, I found these Tylenols. They should help," Chase said handing her the bottle.
"Thanks," she said. She didn't hesitate to take 2 of them. As she closed her eyes, she saw Jordan's face. Within minutes, she was passed out on the couch.
She was taken back to that time in a dream. She tried calling Jordan for days, but he kept on avoiding her. She didn't care about what he had done anymore. She just wish that he'd talk to her. She missed him.
One Friday night, as Andrea was sitting on her couch watching TV, the doorbell rang. She got up to answer it. She wondered who in the world would be knocking at her door at this hour. As she opened the door, her knees almost gave out underneath her. Standing at her front door was Jordan. He looked tired and worn out.
"Jordan. Hi," she managed to get out.
"Hey," Jordan said. Without thinking, Andrea flung herself at him. She wrapped her arms around him like it were the last time she'd ever see him. Jordan didn't respond for a moment. He just stood there. Finally, he gripped her shoulders and pushed her away. "We really need to talk," he said.
"Well, ok. Come on in," Andrea said. He followed her to the couch. Her heart was pounding. She had never been more afraid than she was waiting to hear what he was about to say.
"Angela, I don't think we should see each other anymore," Jordan said.
"What? Why not?" Andrea said, choking back tears.
"I thought I loved you, but I don't. I'm tired of pretending with you," he said. He was lying, she knew he was. He was the only man who had ever really loved her. She shut her eyes tight. A tear fell from her eye, and rolled down her cheek. She was speechless. She looked at him through her blurry eyes. He got up and walked over to the door. He paused.
"I'm sorry," he said. His voice was hoarse. It was barely a whisper. He opened the door, and walked out. He walked out of her life for good.
Andrea choked back her tears. She threw herself on the couch, and buried her face in a pillow. She screamed so loud her throat hurt.