Jordan's Pov

Tom gently presses me against the wall and presses his lips to mine. I wish he wouldn't. I mean I want him to kiss me....or more...but not only because he's drunk.

I let Tom pull my shirt over my shoulders. When he pulls away for air I hear him gasp.

"Jordan you're so thin."

"That's a good thing isn't it?" I whisper my eyes staring into Tom's. He shakes his head.
"Jordan you-I can see your ribcage! That's not healthy." My eyes swell with tears. I wasn't half as drunk as Tom and the rest of them were. The affect is gone now.

"Damn it. I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you." Tom lifts my chin and kisses me gently. "Please don't cry."

I lay my head on Tom's shoulder. He pulls me off my feet and into his arms. Tom walks over to the bed and lays me on it.

He pulls his shirt over his shoulders and joins me. We lay facing each other but not touching.

I close my eyes and Tom shivers. He pulls me close to him, then buries his head in my neck.

"Tom are you still drunk?" I ask my eyes still closed. "If I said no would you make me move?" Tom asks and I hold him tighter.

"No but goodnight." Tom kisses my neck before falling asleep in my arms.

12:30 p.m.

I wake up feeling like complete and utter shit. Tom's still in my arms thank god. I move his head from my chest to the pillow carefully.

I pick up my phone to see I have a text from one of my best friends.

From: Jack

To: Jordan

I miss you so much! It sucks you had to move across the country. I herd you moved to the town that Thomas Cassell lives in! Is he really as crazy as the media makes him seem? Call me later

-Jack

"Replaced me already. I see how it is." Tom says and I sit my phone back down. "Tom we aren't a thing and Jack is like my brother." I say, turning so I can looking into those beautiful brown eyes of his.

"You should make him shit bricks and call him while I'm here." Tom says sadly. My hands snake around Tom's waist and rest on the curve of his back.

"You're not crazy Tom. The press are the crazy ones." I whisper. Tom just smiles and pecks my lips.

"Any Press is good Press if they spell your name right."

Tom's Pov

Jordan snuggles into my chest. He seems sad. I don't want him to be sad.

I'm honestly not sure how I feel about Jordan. Its definitely not what I've felt with my past girlfriends.

They only wanted me for sex. Even Capsize, her brother hated me.

I know deep down he knows something's wrong with me mentally.

"Tom w-why does every call you c-crazy?" Jordan asks pulling away from me.

"Becuase I can hear gods. Three of them. Mianite-The Bitchiest Lord, Ianite-She's shy and bashful, and Dianite-My Lord. Everyone calls me crazy because I.......do things.......for my god."

'The poor kid has cuts from his wrist to his shoulder' mom's voice echoes through my head.

"What do you d-do for him?" I ask my voice shaking.

'He's been charged with murder numerous times. But never convicted.' Brad's voice echoes.

I'll love him anyways. If he truly loves me and isn't just playing some stupid game.

"Jordan you're crying." Tom says softly. I am crying, uncontrollably. I can't stop the tears from pouring out of my eyes.

What if he's just toying with my feelings like he did Capsize! How could a straight boy change in just an instant for me.

My whole family loves him, myself more than either of them. But how do I know he loves me back!

Jordan calm down. Let Tom finish

How can I calm down! I'm confused and sad and-

Tom's lips are on mine. I quickly kiss back. Tom pulls away and wipes my tears.

Tom slides his shirt over his shoulders. As mom had told me his arms have cuts all the way up them.

"Tom you can't do this to yourself. Not for anybody." I say and Tom sits up.

"I can't displease him or worse things will happen."

"Does Dianite tell you to hurt yourself?" I ask, sitting up so I can see every single scar.

"No. He lives off blood. Its myself or others. I never want to hurt anybody but sometimes I don't wanna hurt myself either." Tom says his eyes following my hand.

"Tom I can't let you do this anymore. I don't care what Dianite or the voice in my head think. You can't hurt yourself anymore!" I see rage in Tom's eyes.

"Well you stave yourself! What's the difference!?! There isn't one!" I sigh I know he isn't angry, just confused.

"Tom you don't understand. If I eat I get sick. Food just isn't good."

"Jordan I'm willing to compromise with you. I'll stop if you eat. Little-"

"Tom your mom's here." Mom says tears running down her face.

"Okay. Jordan we'll talk more later." Tom kisses my cheek before leaving.

I wish he would've stayed. I really don't want to be alone.

"Jordan I'm taking Ashton to her friends house you'll be okay?" Mom asks wiping her tears.

"Yeah I've gotta call Jack anyways."

"You'd tell me if Tom ever hurt anybody right?" Oh god she was listening in.

"Tom wouldn't do that. You know if anything happened you'd be the first to know." I assure her and she leaves me at that.

I pick up my phone and dial Jack's number. He picks up on the second ring.

(Bold Italics=Jack Normal=Jordan)

Jordan! How are ya! I miss you

I miss you too Jack. The people here aren't the same. Everyone constantly gossips about everyone else. Its not the same.

Oh. I'm sorry. You could always come and live with me.

I can't leave. I do have a few friends that I'm not quite ready to leave yet.

No way! Jordan did you make friends with Syndicate!

It's just Tom but yeah I did. He's actually a cool dude.

*Long pause; Jack sighs*

His story just hit here. Don't be like Gabby Jordan. You know how that turned out.

Jack Tom wouldn't hurt me or anybody else. And I'm not hanging with the wrong crowd I promise.

Well everyone here seems to think the odd murders in the park are being caused by him. But listen spring break is in two weeks I'll come down and meet him.

Something's bothering you. What's wrong?

Do you still love me?

Jack please don't not now. I'm really not in the mood.

I gotta go. Bye Jordan call me again soon.

Bye my leprechaun.

HEY! Damn it Jordan. *Jack giggles and hangs up*

*End of phone call*

Hearing his voice again makes me realize how much I miss him.

I just hope he and Tom get along. Maybe.....no.