I Guess I'm Stuck With You

Chapter 3: In Which They Play Truth or Dare

12:00 PM

     I glanced at my watch, checking the time. It was 12 noon. Meaning we had been in this stupid elevator for about an hour and thirty two minutes already. I groaned, pounding my head back against the elevator wall.
       "Ugh, when are we going to get out of here!" I whined, looking at Jordan, who looked annoyingly relaxed for someone who had been stuck in an elevator for over an hour. He just calmly removed his bomber jacket, picking at some of the patches sewn on.
       "Scared you won't be able to control yourself around me any longer?" he teases. For the what felt like the hundredth time that day, I scoffed at him as I checked my phone once more. Still no service, and now I was down to 31%.
        "Not everything revolves around you Jordan." I replied, putting my phone away, "Aren't you the least bit concerned?" He shakes his head, running a hand through his black hair. Then suddenly, there's a change in expression, and a look I didn't like filled his face. "Whatever you're gonna say, no." Jordan pouts.
         "But why?" he whines, attempting to give me puppy dog eyes. "You didn't even know what I was going to say!" I rolled my eyes.
         " I don't need to,"  I reasoned, and he cocks his head to the side, " The last time you suggested something, it involved stripping, so no." He snorts.
           "You don't even know if it involved stripping!" he complained. I gave him a look, raising an eyebrow.
          "Well, did it?" I asked, and Jordan drops his gaze.
             "Yeah...." he admits, pushing his glasses back up to his nose. I laugh, rolling my eyes. He was so predictable. "Ok, how about the game minus the stripping?" Jordan suggests, and this catches my attention.
           "What? You? Jordan Balthazar? Not being an immature perv for once? I'm shocked!" I tease, holding a hand up to my chest. Jordan juts out his chin, pouting.
              "I can be mature..." he mumbled, playing with his fingers. I laughed. This version of Jordan was so different compared to the one I usually saw around school. That Jordan was annoying, overconfident, and totally a player. This version, the one that I was looking at right now, while still annoying and immature, seemed to be a more honest and down to Earth. Not to mention this boyish, sensitive character suited him way better than the annoying fuckboy did. I felt my gaze soften as I continued to watch him play with his fingers.
             "Ugh fine!" I groaned, scooting closer to Jordan, "But no stripping, ok!"  His expression immediately changed, lighting up with a mischievous smile.
            "I knew you'd fall for that act." he admitted, grinning at me crookedly. I rolled my eyes. Of course. Just when I started to think there was more to Jordan than what met the eye, he had to go and prove me wrong. I made to move away from him, muttering under my breath, when he went and grabbed my arm. "No please, stay! I promise, no stripping, I swear!" he pleaded. I took one look into his puppy dog eyes and immediately softened.
Reluctantly, I sat back down next to him.
               "What game are we playing," I sighed, and his eyes lit up. He laughed.
           "Truth or dare!" he said gleefully, and I groaned.
               "Ok fine, but dares can't be unsanitary, unsafe, or innapropriate!"
             "Sure, but that means you have to do at least one dare during the game." Jordan counters, his tone daring. Hm. I'd show him how gutsy I truly I was.
              "Bring it!" I blurted out loud, and Jordan chuckles clapping his hands together in anticipation. The expression on his face almost made me regret agreeing to the game. But there was no backing out of this now. We both made ourselves comfortable on our respective sides of the elevator, and sat across from each other.
             "So, truth or dare?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows in that annoying way of his. I hesitate for a moment.
                "Truth." I state and Jordan groans.
               "Wuss." he fumed.
                 "You just said I had to a dare once during the entire game." I pointed out and he just closes his eyes.
               "Fine, let me just think for a moment." he said, and I watched him think in silence for a moment, grabbing my water bottle from my bookbag pocket and bringing it to my lips. Then of course, he grinned, and he opened his eyes, looking at me for a moment before speaking. "On a scale of one to ten, exactly how attractive am I to you?" he asks innocently, blinking at me as if he was an innocent angel. I choke on my water, and put down the bottle suddenly, spilling a little in the process. He watches me sputter, clearly entertained by my reaction. I cough for a few seconds before my throat finally clears up.
        "I-I'm sorry, what?" I ask. My cheeks burned, and under the dull red light, Jordan's eyes gleamed red.
        "I know you heard me Gels," he laughs. Clearly, he was enjoying our predicament far too much. "On a scale of 1-10, 1 being the least attractive, which I know I'm definitely not, and 10 being most, which I know I am, how attractive do you think I am?" He smirks. "Remember this is truth or dare, so you can't lie, Skylar. I humph, crossing my arms. Jordan is obviously enjoying himself, grinning widely at me as he wiggles his eyebrows. I sigh, giving in, and I take a good look at him. As I've admitted before, Jordan Balthazar was cute. Especially when he smirked that infuriating little smile of his, but there was no way I would risk inflating his ego even bigger than it already was. I gave him another once over, letting my eyes take him in. In all honesty, he was a 7.6. But I was never going to let him have the satisfaction of knowing that I found him attractive.
        "6," I say firmly, and I smile when I see the smug expression on Jordan's face fall, instead replaced with indignation.
          "Excuse me, did you say 6?" he asks, incredulous. I start laughing when I hear his tone, as if he couldn't believe that I thought he wasn't that attractive.
         "Yeah, you're right, I was just kidding, " I begin, and his eyes just start to gleam again when I continue with, "You're actually a 5.7." This time, his jaw drops, and he looks totally offended. I immediately keel over in laughter, dying from his expression. He watches me, indignant, as I roll around on the elevator floor.
            "5-5.7?" he asks after a few moments, looking at me incredulous. I chuckle, and get back up again, finally over my laughing fit.
           "Yeah I mean, Jordan, come on," I snickered, "Your acne." I say, and his expression falls, all trace of playfulness gone from his face. With his serious expression, I start to wonder if maybe I really did go too far by mentioning his acne. Maybe it was a sensitive spot. I mean, my best friends Lizzy and Rowan, as well as many of my other friends, always complained about acne. I myself had never had a pimple, and I felt bad for them when they explained how much of a problem it was. I almost started feeling sorry for Jordan before I remembered who he was. The annoying, egotistical player who needed to get knocked down a notch. He had stolen and broken Lizzy's damn heart after all. Which made me think...that could be one of my questions for him.
        "Okay, I see how it is," he mutters, looking down at the floor. "Ask me now." I scrunched my eyebrows together in thought.
         "Well," I begin, trying to put the lightness back in the conversation. The serious expression on his face, while admittedly different from his usually mischievous one, was unsettling. "I would ask you the same question bu-"
          "10." Jordan blurts out. This catches me off guard and I look at him shocked, feeling the heat rushing to my cheeks already.
          "I'm sorry what?" I sputter, sure he was probably joking, or was about to turn what he said into a joke. But he still looked dead serious.
            "You're a 10, Angelica." he says. "I'm being honest." He stated, putting emphasis on the word honest. I process what he said for a couple moments, biting the inside of my cheek before I compose myself.
           "What I was going to say was that I would ask you the same question, truth or dare, but I had a feeling that you were going to pick dare." I explained watching his face. Jordan's expression changes slightly, with an emotion I had never seen before on his face. Embarrassment.
             "Oh." he mumbles quietly. I fight a smile as I watch him drop his gaze. My eyes might have been tricking me, but I swore I could see a slight blush on his cheeks. Inwardly, I laugh, but I keep my composure.
           "So..." I continue, trying to move past that awkward moment. "Truth or dare." He coughs, before responding quietly.
              "Dare." He mumbles. All is silent as I think for a moment, trying to come up with a good one. He could go on Instagram, go to one of his ex's oldest pictures posted and like it, but I figured that in the state that he was in, that want exactly the best idea.
            "Um, I dare you..." I think for another moment before finally deciding. "Ok I dare you to post an appreciation post about me right now, saying how wonderful Angelica Skylar is." He snorts and gives me a look.
              "Uh, I think you've forgotten, but I can't...." he drawled, but I roll my eyes.
            "We just don't have service Jordan, " I point out, "That's completely unrelated to the internet."
              "The school Wi-Fi doesn't work with Instagram." He cuts in.
             "Then just use your data!" I argue.
             "I don't have any data left!" he shoots back, glaring at me, and I go quiet. I stay silent for a moment, as Jordan fumes in front of me.
             "Well shit. If you had data, we probably could've contacted someone." I mutter. "I mean obviously that lady from the emergency center didn't send any officers, or we'd be out by now, or even if she did, she probably sent them to the wrong high school." Jordan sighs.
               "Yeah, well what can we do." I breath out a giant sigh, covering my face with my hands. I felt a tiny bit of panic start to worm its way back in again, when Jordan suddenly speaks as he gets up off the floor. "Hey," he called, and my hands drop from my face, "Truth or Dare."
           "Truth," I respond, and this time he doesn't say a word about my choice.
              "I heard you dated this guy back in middle school," he begins, and I shudder, turning to glare at him. "Ajax, I think his name was. Tell me about him." He stares coolly at me, and I knew. This was payback.
            "What do you want to know," I reply, just as without emotion.
              "Well is it true, that you used to date him? Is it true that you're the one who broke up with him, yet you became the jealous bitch when he got another girlfriend?" he asks, venom in his voice. I grit my teeth, glaring at Jordan icily. Ajax was a touchy subject for me. It had taken me a really long time for me to get over him, and when I had found he was dating someone...well...let's just say it hadn't been pretty.
            "Yes." I spit out, getting up from the floor. I hated Jordan. HATED HIM.
             "What?" he says innocently. "I didn't hear you." My eye twitched. Fucking ass.
           "Yes, I dated Ajax." I growled, glaring daggers at Jordan , who just smiled at me, eyes completely dead.
            "And what else?" he added, smirking at me. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms so hard, I could feel a small trickle of blood.
         "Yes, I became a jealous bitch when I found out he was dating someone. I was heartbroken ok! I cried over him! Is that what you wanted to hear you asshole!" I yell, absolutely infuriated. "That's it right?! You just enjoy getting on the nerves of other people! Well let me tell you, Jordan, I've had enough!" As I yell at him, I get closer, pointing my finger directly at his face. He keeps backing up, and he's eventually cornered against the elevator wall. But Jordan, being Jordan, just smiled.
"And what are you to talk about heartbreak!" I yell, deciding to bring out my trump card, because dammit I hated him so much. "What about Lizzy, huh!"
         The smile falls from his face, and he immediately looks sad. Heartbroken even. Which is ironic, because he had absolutely no right to be.
            "Lizzy," he says quietly. "Should've known you were going to bring her up." I continued to glare at him as he bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair. I was not going to feel sorry for him. I wasn't! Jordan sighed and slid down to the ground, pinching the bridge of his nose. And then I felt my gaze soften, and I felt my anger slowly evaporate.
           "Why'd you have to go and do that to her huh," I sighed, sinking down to the floor as well.
"Why'd you have to break her heart?" I ask softly. Jordan just scoffs, shaking his head.
           "That's what she told you, huh." he remarked, and I bite my lip, nodding.
             "Well, you did." I explained and he shakes his head.
           "Maybe," he begins, looking at me, an intense look in his eyes. "But she broke mine first."
      

   And we stared at each other in silence.

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I may seem overly eager, churning out all these chapters one after another, but I feel oddly inspired, and I'm trying to write as much as I can over break, because lord knows I won't have time once school get's started again.

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