TOUCH II

Eighth Chapter.

(this chapter is very inappropriate. Read with caution.)

The house was huge, much like most houses in the suburbs of New York. It was filled with bratty rich boys. All of which, Ian considered friends of his. Sad, really.

"This is Derek." he pointed at a tall raven head with dark brown eyes. "Jason, Garry, Freddy, Wayne, Luke, and Logan." he pointed to the rest who were honestly irrelevant. Derek's shadows, if you may.

"Oh, so you one of those lesbo bitches?" Derek smirked, a blunt in his hand.

Jordan ignored the comment. "Nice to meet you." she said.

Ian pat her shoulder as a way of comfort. "Come sit."

They sat in the middle of the large couch, by the ends were two other guys from the crew. Derek sat on a bean bag far too close to the TV with a joystick at his feet, and a joint between his fingers. The other boys were scattered on the four beanbags on the floor.

Ian handed her a cup, taking a beer and pouring it into it. Then took a preroll from the table, lighting it up for her then putting it between her fingers.

"Ooh, princess treatment. What'd you do for him to treat you so well, hm? The pussy that good?" Derek smirked, making the other boys laugh exasperatedly loud.

"She's my friend, Derek. Fuck off." Ian scolded.

A frown came Derek's features, soon contorting itself onto a smirk. He held his arms out in a defensive manner.

"I'm just making a joke, bruh. Chill out." he laughed.

Jordan remained silent. She didn't like to speak to idiots. They frustrated her more than anything. Derek and his minions were idiots. Jordan worried Ian might be one as well if he was hanging around so many.

She inhaled the smoke, her body immediately relaxing onto the sofa as she exhaled.

"Long day?" Ian asked.

"You have no fucking idea." she mumbled.

For a few minutes she substituted between drinking her beer and smoking her blunt, while the boys played Fifa and laughed about things she couldn't care less about.

"You. Jordan right?" the guy at the left end of the couch called. She turned to him. "Mind if I have some?" he pointed at her blunt.

With a shrug, she handed it over to him, and he took a puff.

"Look at Jason." Derek smirked. "Soon enough you two are gonna be making the mattress of the upstairs bedroom creak."

At this point in time Jordan was between high and conscious. Conscious enough to get fucking frustrated.

"Yo, how bout you shut your dry ass mouth?" she addressed Derek.

He chuckle humorlessly, looking around the room at the boys who snickered secretly.

He scowled. "What'd you say to me?"

Cool as the breeze, Jordan repeated. "I asked you to shut the fuck up."

With another one of his not so amused chuckles, he got up from his bean bag, and at the same time Ian stood up from his seat, standing in front of Jordan to cover her from him.

"Control that little girlfriend of yours, Ian. 'fore I do something I'm gonna regret." he peaked behind Ian. "Wouldn't wanna hurt that pretty face."

"Watch it, Derek. I'm serious. Don't fuck with her." Ian spoke sternly, a threat behind his words.

"She's the one fucking with me, bro."

"That's because you fucked with me first." Jordan spoke from behind her friend. "And cut off with that bullshit. I'm not his girlfriend."