Whatever's going on between you and Jordan is really confusing and you can't quite put a name to it. Literally.

On the outside, you're rivals. You've both been fighting for the Number 1 spot since Luke died. Of course, that's not because you don't respect your best friend's death. Luke was the only reason you tolerated each other, anyway. He was such a cool guy but my god, the temptation was too strong and Jordan just had to take the opportunity, did they? You supposed you're guilty too because you're too competitive for your own good — if Cate's glare through tears and you shooting her a sheepish smile and mouthing "I have to do this" isn't already telling enough. You'll have to make it up to her once this whole shit is done.

Behind closed doors, though, told a different story.

It's not your fault that you drank too much, okay? And certainly not your fault when you found yourself perched on Jordan's lap in their dorm room; your hands on their shoulders and theirs on your waist, kissing with all teeth and tongue and groaning like you're finally expressing to each other just how frustrating this ridiculous petty rivalry has been. "It was a mistake" you both swore the next morning as you put your clothes back on, and- fuck, your underwear was nowhere to be found.

Until it happened again, and again, and again. The alcohol just became a shallow reason for the both of you to just fuck each other.

Speak of the devil...

"I just don't understand why you would like Almond Joy, of all chocolates." They burst into your dorm room with a shake on their head, one hand holding a plastic bag full of food you didn't ask for from them but just what you needed, and the other holding the door open before they closed it behind them.