Chapter 20- The Concious Unconconcious Mom- a mystery for Sherlock Holmes

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Jordan's POV

Idiot.

Idiot.

Idiot.

Jordan, you absolute idiot.

Confessing your feelings to someone is such a wrong thing to do.

Not to mention awkward.

She just fled.

Fled.

Am I that ugly?

Do I stink?

She could've said something.

Something.

She just stuttered and ran.

She didn't even shut the door.

Weren't Dad and Riley's Mother waiting outside? Did they see her? Will they ask her what happened?


Will she tell?

Oh, God.

God.

What am I going to do?

I'm so stupid.

Stupid.

She doesn't love me back.

This is so bad.

She doesn't love me.

She doesn't love me back.

Well there goes that 80% chance down the drain.

I felt numb. I felt weak. I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Idiot.

What's wrong with you?

You think the most gorgeous, smartest, funniest and sassiest girl on Earth is going to like a chicken like you?

A chicken who started smoking with a stranger when his mother needed him?

Mom.

Mom's still unconscious.

I think.

Her foot twitched.

Mom?

I composed myself and shakily walked over to her. Her eyes were open. She immediately shut them when I walked over.

What?

She was conscious.

"Mom!" I shouted.

She finally opened her eyes again after about 10 seconds and glared at me and said something, but I couldn't hear because of the just-in-case oxygen mask. I hesitantly took it off her mouth.

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