The New Girl

Chapter Nine

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Chapter Nine

(Jordin’s POV)

I stare after Ollie in shock for a moment, and then stumble after her. Even when she’s a good twelve feet ahead of me, turning for the staircase, I can detect the furious stomps in her footsteps. Tears start to spill over when I remember that just two hours ago we were strutting into the gym arm-in-arm.

How could a simple nomination tear us apart like this?

“Ollie!” I call after her. “Ollie, please stop!”

I trail behind her hurriedly, ambling down the stairs and into the locker room. I scurry right up to her and take hold of her hand.

“Please, don’t be mad!” I beg. “It’s not my fault!”

Ollie rips her hand from my grasp and turns back to her changing. She ferociously yanks her sweaty gym shirt off and replaces it with a pretty yellow one. I admire how nice the color makes her hair glow against her skin.

“Please, Ollie.” I plead. “You know it’s not my fault. Why are you mad?”

She glares at me. “Why am I mad? You’re trying to replace me as captain, Jordin! I thought maybe you were different than the rest, that I could trust you to be my friend without you using me for popularity or my position on the team—but you’re just like them.”

I angrily swipe the back of my hand across my cheeks, the tears streaming in a fast current now. “Olivia,” I say her full name threateningly. “You know that I didn’t nominate myself to be captain. You know that Lauren forced that upon me. Didn’t you hear me trying to get out of it?”

Ollie crosses her arms over her chest and faces me head on. “Oh? And how do I know that’s not an act? Like your whole ‘nice, shy girl’ thing. Please, I know that’s just a cover for you. I bet you’re not even really like that. I mean, look at you now—you’re bursting with aggression. So where does this girl—” she points at me “—go when it counts?”

Blood filters into my cheeks as she announces this to everyone. “It’s not a cover act, Ollie! Now you’re making up lies about me? How could you sink so low? I thought we were friends.”

“I thought we were friends, too.” Ollie whispers. “But you had to go and botch that.”

She swings her bag over her shoulder and sprints out of the locker room. I slouch down onto the bench in between the sets of lockers, my face hidden in my hands. I’m not crying anymore, I’m full out sobbing.

It’s happening again.

“Hey, it’s okay,” A cautious hand pats me on the back.

I sneak a glance up and see that it’s Lisa standing above me. “I’m fine.”

I cross to my own locker and start changing. I don’t feel like slipping back into the skirt, so I pull on a pair of comfy sweats instead. I leave my tank top on and settle for my green Converse. I keep my hair in its messy ponytail and start towards the door.

“Jordin, wait.” Lisa says.

I turn to face her and see her heading toward me. “What?” I ask.

“Don’t you need a ride?” She asks.

“I can walk.” I mumble.

In fact, I’d hate to walk. My house is a good three miles away from the school; it would take me ages to get there. I awkwardly shuffle in the doorway, willing Lisa to offer me a ride home.