A sudden loud noice wakes me up, but this time it's not my alarm. My heart aches immediately after understanding what was happening. My parents are fighting downstairs, and I feel tears forming in my eyes already.

I wish I could get used to it, I wish my anxiety wouldn't get this bad every single time.

The screams stopped and now I hear footsteps towards my room instead. I don't want them to see that they wake me up and I'm crying, I gotta play dumb again.

I hear someone entering my room and I pretend to be asleep. When I hear them leaving my room I wait a couple seconds before opening my eyes.

I'm so sick of this.

I waited till my alarm sounded to pretend I was actually still sleeping and I woke up with my alarm.

What a way to start the day.

After showering and dressing up I was ready to go to school, but I wasn't ready to face them. Yes, I'm playing dumb, but I'm just scared they won't play dumb and that something is actually wrong.

After mentally preparing myself for about 5 minutes I decided to go downstairs. I noticed my dad has left already.

"Hey mum." I say greeting my mom with a fake smile in my face. My mom deserves the world, I wish I could give it to her.

"Hey baby, are you ready?" My mom says smiling back, it's probably a fake smile too.

"Yes I am."

We get in the car and I hate the awkward silence so I turn up the radio.

"I love this song." I say as I put a song I've listened before but I don't actually love, I just want to say something to fill the silence.

The only reason why I like being at school it's because I gotta be out of my house and I can get distracted with other things.

It is finally time for my gym class and I start feeling excited and anxious, as always. Gym classes make me nervous because there is a bigger chance of making a fool of yourself.

After we all changed to our gym clothes the teacher told us we are playing soccer today, we will have 4 teams of 7 people each. Aiden and I are in the same team with other classmates I don't even know.

"Everyone got it?" A guy in my team said after we decided in what position we were each playing.

"What if I don't know how to play?" Another boy says and everyone else laughs at his reply, I can't help it but feel bad for him. Why are they even laughing, not everyone knows how to play.

"Don't worry, just kick the ball in that direction." I say pointing to where the opponent team is, hoping I could help a bit.

The match started and Aiden and I are carrying the team. We still have that connection, even if years has gone by.

Someone from the other team managed to take the ball away from me and I move closer to him to get the ball again, but a sudden strong punch in the face makes me fall backwards.

It takes me a few seconds to understand what the heck just happened when my face hurted and I realized I was hitted with the ball. I can hear some people laughing, some whispers, but no one reached to see if I was okay except for Aiden.

After a few seconds I realized even tears where falling from my eyes, this whole thing was so embarrassing already and I really thought It was a great idea to cry. Literally kill me already.

Aiden helped me to stand up and everyone just looked at me. The guy that accidentally hitted me didn't even apologize, I mean it was accidentally but if I would have accidentally hitted someone I would feel horrible and say I'm sorry every 3 seconds, but not everyone thinks the same way.

"Are you ok?" Some guy from my team asked me, he looked kinda worried, my heart warmed at that sight. He didn't even know me, yet he cared to ask.

"Yes, thank you." I reply although I'm definitely not ok.

The teacher said it was better for me to go to the nurse office. I hope the punch is not so noticeable, nor my freaking tears.

I walked to the nurse office alone, Aiden and the other guy that asked if I was ok did offer to help me get there, but I really wanted to be alone. I hated crying in front of people, specially when I don't even know why I'm crying.

You may think 'why is she always crying' and well I have that same question, I just cry for no reason sometimes, I think it's because I feel constantly overwhelmed and my body looks for the nearest way to throw that shit out.

To my bad luck the class is finished a few minutes after I felt the gym and the halls start to flood with people. I think it's better if I go and hide in the bathroom first.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, the first thing I noticed was my red eyes and nose from my crying, and a big pink spot in my left cheek, that freaking ball actually left me a mark.

I decided it would be better if I first let it all out and cry, so I get into a toilet stall and start crying in silence. I'm crying so bad because of everything. This always happens, I will remember all the bad things that has happened to me and cry even more.

My parents fighting this morning, my gym class getting ruined, the frustration that everyone saw me just crying there all stupid. Then I even start remembering past things like Aiden and me not being friends anymore, how no one really cares about me, also how I was touched by some stranger days ago. Everything was so overwhelming.

I just want to forget everything.

After crying for a few more minutes I washed my face, thank god I didn't had any makeup on, it would be a mess.

I get out of the bathroom remembering it's lunch time, people will be out of class for a while, so I better get to the nursery quickly.

I start walking as fast as I can. I tried to cover my face with my hair, I don't want anyone else noticing.

"Hey, hey, hey." Someone grabs my arm stoping me from continuing walking.

I don't want him to see my face, so I don't look up at him, but I can tell who it is by the tattoos in his hand.

"Why are you crying? I saw you." Jordan says and I just want to disappear. How did he even saw it.

"I'm not crying." I say but my voice comes out shaky. It's so embarrassing I'm even crying for all this, but I have no control over myself.

"Then look at me." He says and I don't think seeing him mad or glaring at me will help. I didn't want to look up at him, but I still did. To my surprise I saw how he isn't glaring at me, he just seems confused.

"What happened?" He asks and I want to cry again. I hate when they ask that.

"Is that a bruise?" The confused look in his face gets replaced by a glare, but I think it isn't directed towards me.

"It was an accident while playing soccer, but I need to go to the nurse office." I say going away as quickly as I can, thank god he doesn't asks more and let me go.

I explained what happened to the nurse and she put a cream in my face that is supposed to help. The ball hit me really hard it even made me fall, and now that I can control my emotions I realize how stupid I looked, of course people would laugh, I don't blame them.

"By tomorrow it should stop hurting, take care." The nurse tells me as I make my way to the door.

"Thank you again, Mrs Diaz." I say before closing the door of her office.

"Wait." I hear Jordan's voice as soon as I exited the nurse office, he was standing besides the nursery door.

"What are you doing here?" I thought he would leave me alone and go to the cafeteria, but it seems like he didn't.

"Waiting for you." He says and for some reason my stomach does funny things and a blush threatened to appear in my cheeks.

"Are you telling me what happened?" He asks coming closer to me.

"It's nothing. We were playing soccer and when some guy kicked the ball it accidentally punched my face and I fall down, and it was so embarrassing so I don't want to talk about it." I blunt out and he just looks at me with a blank look.

"Who?" Jordan asked just like that.

"Who asked?" I asked thinking he was going to say that, but his look of disbelief told me he wasn't playing.

"Who did it?" Jordan says in a serious tone, although he was almost smirking a second ago because of my stupid comment.

"I don't know, it was an accident." And I wasn't lying, I don't even know the guy's name and I don't think he did that on purpose. It was just an accident, part of the epic highs and lows of high school soccer.

"Does it hurts?" His hand reached for my face without a second thought and he carefully caressed my bruise with his thumb, making me flinch slightly.

"Not really." I say and I know my bruise looks way more red now that I'm blushing like a tomato because of the warm feeling of his finger against my cheek. Being so close to him feels hella weird.

"I will go to the cafeteria, I'm hungry." I say trying to stop this awkward moment, and I mean I'm not lying though, I can't wait to eat.

We both headed to the cafeteria and I saw that Roman and Blake are still eating in their table.

"Hey guys." I say sitting with them and they look at me weirdly. I can't tell if it's because of the bruise or because Jordan is with me.

"What happened to you?" Blake asks and I notice how they both look confused.

"Do we need to kick some balls?" Roman asks slightly glaring.

"Well actually I got this because of a ball," I say and I see Roman lowkey smirking. "A soccer ball. Not that kind of ball." I add, knowing what I said before could have been misunderstood.

"Stop it with the smirks." I say to Roman and Blake that won't stop smirking because of this whole situation. Jordan is in his world and just scrolling through his phone while he sits next to Blake.

"Look what we brought for you." Roman says showing a brownie and my whole face lits up. Just what I needed, although I don't like them buying it for me. Good thing I'm doing the brownies today so I'll bring them tomorrow for them.

"Thank you so much! You didn't had to." I say taking the brownie from his hand.

I noticed they all had a brownie too, expect Jordan. He told me he likes brownies too, why didn't they bought him one. They used this money in me instead of buying it for their friend, I feel so guilty now.

I don't think he will accept if I give him all the brownie, so I'll cut it in half. Now we all can eat some.

"You should have this half, Jordan." I say giving him the bigger half, I feel selfish when I save the bigger for myself.

"No, it's yours." He doesn't take the brownie, but I know he wants it.

"I don't want it all, take it." I say trying to convince him, he is just as stubborn as me.

"Weren't you hungry?" He says remembering what I said minutes ago in the hall. Sir, I'm always hungry.

"Just take it. Stop being a stubborn little shit." I say using his own words and I can see a smirk forming in his lips.

"Ok ms 5'0." He says repeating our past conversation, a smile wanting to show in my face.

"I'm 5'7." I notice how Blake and Roman are looking at both of us confused on what is going on.

"Same thing." Jordan says and I lowly chuckle, we recreated it perfectly.

"Pack it up besties," Roman says looking at both of us. "Just eat the damn brownie." He says now looking at Jordan.

"Shut it fucker." Jordan says and take the brownie. Now we all are eating brownies.

I watch my old table and I noticed it's lonely, I wonder where is Jess, I haven't seen her in some days. I haven't even tried to reach her, I'm such a bad friend.

I think she is probably outside of school smoking with her friends or something, I don't think going to search her right now is a great idea, so I'll wait.

After all my classes for the day finished, I texted Jess to ask her how is she doing. I hope she replies soon.

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"You ready?" Jordan asks me while I'm searching for my English book in my backpack. I can't find it.

"Yes, just let me check something in my locker." I say and make my way to my locker, Jordan coming after me.

"Didi, how are you feeling now?" I hear a familiar voice as I approach my locker.

Didi. I knew exactly who was it because of that old nickname.

"I am good, thank you Aiden." I reply to Aiden who was near my locker.

"Let me see." He says seeing the bruise and getting closer to my face. He tried putting a hand in my cheek, but he stopped when he saw something behind me, actually more like someone.

"What do you want dude?" Aiden asks still looking behind me.

I turn around and see Jordan pretty closer than I remember he was and he has a weird expression in his face. Again I'm making him wait, dammit I'm always making him mad.

"What the fuck do you want?" Jordan says really irritated. The glaring battle continues.

"Well I want you to leave us the fuck alone." Aiden says and Jordan gets even closer to me. Again I'm just standing there, I don't even know what is going on.

"Not happening." Jordan says firmly.

"Is he your bodyguard or what?" Aiden asks finally looking at me. No, my bodyguards are actually Roman and Blake tho.

"Of course not, he is my friend." I say kinda unsure. Is he my friend? Maybe he doesn't wants to be my friend and I'm assuming he is my friend. "We need to go Aiden, but I'm perfectly fine, don't worry." I continue.

"Let's go Jordan, sorry for making you wait, again." I say looking up at him but it seems like the glaring battle hasn't finished.

I walked past Jordan, completely forgetting about my English book, shortly after he followed me, giving up the act they were having.

The past few minutes of the drive have been quiet. I would try to start a conversation but I've annoyed him enough for today, so I prefer to just look through the window.

I noticed how we are getting closer to a store and gave Jordan a questioning look but he just continued parking the car.

"Are you coming?" Jordan asks me and I quickly reply with a yes. I hate being left alone in the car, I always feel like someone will manage to come in some way and kidnap me.

As we enter the store I wander by the candies isle and decide I will buy myself some gummy bears. 3 dollars? Definitely worth it.

I see Jordan with a small package of frozen peas in his hand, kinda weird choice for a snack but who am I to judge.

"What are you doing?" Jordan asks as I get in line behind him to buy my gummy bears.

"Oh, I'm buying some gummy bears." I say and he roll his eyes. "Don't worry I'll share." I continue but that doesn't makes the look in his face disappear.

"Let me buy it." He says stretching his hand for me to hand the gummy bears to him. I high-fived his stretched hand and moved my head saying no.

"If you want some I can share, but I'm buying them." I say and he looks annoyed. Just let me be bro.

"I swear you are so stubborn." He says turning around to face the cashier.

"Likewise." I reply giving him a big smile making him roll his eyes.

We finished paying for our snacks and we head to his car again. As soon as we entered his car, he handed me the frozen peas he bought and I look at it confused.

"Okay I'll carry it for you." I say putting it in the little space left in my seat because it's so cold to put it in my legs.

"That's for you." He says and I'm left a bit speechless. Yes it was so sweet he bought me something, but peas is such a weird choice.

"Oh wow thank you. I have never tried frozen peas." I say and when I look back at him I see how he is trying to hide his smile.

"What? I'm sorry for preferring gummy bears over frozen peas!" I say jokingly yelling at him.

"It's for your bruise, it should help the swollen go away."

"Oh. Why frozen peas instead of ice?" I ask and feel like that was rude for some reason. He bought it for me and I'm asking for something else, bye.

"The peas won't melt." He says and that makes so much sense tho. Smart guy.

"That's so smart." I say grabbing it and mentally preparing myself to put that in my face.

This will help Adira, stop being so dramatic.

Without thinking any further I put it in my bruise, I instantly flinch and remove it a few seconds after.

"Oh my, it's so cold." I say and Jordan sees me with an amused look.

"That's why you have to wait for me to explain." He says and search something in his back seat. What it's even left to explain.

"This, put it in this shirt so it won't be that cold." He says while putting the frozen package in what I assume is his shirt.

"Well that makes sense, smart guy." I say while I watch him enveloping the package for me.

I really put a package of peas that was probably touched by many people and probably even insects were near it, in my face. Of course I did.

"Just let me do it." He says lowkey irritated since I probably will mess up again, which may seem unlikely to happen after he explained, but trust me, it can happen.

He grabs the package enveloped in his shirt and got closer to me. He put it carefully in my bruise and I feel a shiver down my spine, I can't tell if it's because of the cold package or because of his touch.

I bit my lip nervously and I see how his look moves to my lips for a few seconds before looking away.

"I got it now, thank you." I say trying to make this less awkward.

Jordan hands me the package and starts the car. I grab the package and do it by myself now, it's not even difficult, I'm just stupid.

I opened my gummy bears and Jordan didn't wanted to take some, although I offered like a hundred times.

"Thanks again. Also, I'll give you your shirt cleaned tomorrow!" I say getting out of the car when he parked the car infront of my house. I want to wash his shirt since it was in my face and in that package, ew.

As I entered my room I left all my things there and decide I should start with my homework, so I can bake those brownies later.

I grabbed Jordan's shirt and it smells like...frozen peas. But I can still smell his scent and his delicious cologne in it, it's just that the peas really ruined it. I put it in the laundry and I hope that smell of weird frozen peas will go away.

I'm such a weirdo for smelling his shirt, oh my.

After finishing about 1273917 assignments I have some time to bake those brownies. I have baked brownies two times before, hopefully I don't mess up this time.

7:18 p.m. my parents will be here any minute. There's no way I'll finish them before they get here so I'll just pray they won't get angry. I'm not even doing anything bad, just that with my dad you never know if something is bad or not.

I hear the front door open and I know it's my dad because of the sound of his car. I'm used to it already.

"What's that smell?" He asks as he makes his way to the kitchen.

"I'm baking some brownies." I say and he looks at me in disgust.

"Brownies?" He asks looking around my work place. "That's a lot. You think it won't make you fat or what." He says when he sees the mixture for all the brownies I'm doing.

He has never really liked that we eat a lot of sweets or candies. Imagine how sad it is to even be afraid to be scolded because of what you eat.

"They are not all for me." I say lowkey nervous, he is making me feel stupid already.

"Well I'm not eating that, and you shouldnt either." He says with no shame. I was planning to save some for me and my parents. Not anymore.

I don't feel like eating them anymore, but maybe my mom would want some so I'll save a piece for her and