Jezebel Mallory Sloane
Jordan walked up to her, putting his head against her forehead. “I never wanted more. I just wanted you.” There was that part of her that wanted nothing more than to melt into his arms, and forget all of the pain, but with his words the pain only grew. Words that would have normally been the biggest source of comfort, only drove the knife deeper. How could she believe that people wanted her, that people cared about her, that she could actually be this amazing person in Jordan’s eyes. Either he underestimated his own worth, or overestimated hers. “I’m not amazing, or worth more or being wanted Jordan. I’m just a screw up. That’s the one thing my mom got right. I’m a worthless screwup. I just ruin everything around me. I hurt Dan. I hurt Mikel. I lost you. I hurt… I don’t even know how many other people. Now, just like my mom, it’s senior year and I’m pregnant.” That wasn’t how she intended to tell Jordan, but before this, she was needing to tell him anyway, and it just came out.