Warning, I have a taste for interracial love stories of black women being used in forced love/scenes, dubious consent, and non-consent scenes roughly by white men, and unfortunately, there are far too few of them - far too many of the interracial stories involve black men with white women. If this is something that you are not interested in and do not enjoy reading this type of theme, there are other stories out there you may like. Once again, everyone else, please enjoy and thank you. If the grammatical errors are too much, stop reading and do something else. It would be best if you did not burn your brain cells. The others that enjoy my story, please let me know how you feel. Thank you
Shout to Kenji Sato for editing
A/N, this chapter was a bit long. Don't be surprised if the next chapter is short. Hopefully, you will enjoy this chapter, and I Thank you once again.
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Jordan didn't stop talking to his friends as he walked to a table in the canteen; his gaze shifted in her direction, tracking her movements. He could still smell her scent surrounding him, as she walked past him, both hypnotic and sweet. He could still feel the warmth of her breath on his ear. The sensation had sent a wave of shock through his body. There was something pulling him towards her, an attraction that even he couldn't deny. He thought about Aiden and Suraya, knowing it was crazy to be jealous over a her, but that was exactly what he was. Jealous. He tried to ask Julie about it , but the conversation went nowhere.
Jordan let out a low growl, he was annoyed at his stupidity. What the hell was he thinking? He didn't have a right to be jealous or to even be thinking about her like he was. It's not like he had any chance Suraya loathes him.
"Fuck," he grumbled.
"Bro, are you okay?" Tony's gruff voice tore Jordan away from his thoughts.
He turned to face his friends, barely able to mask his annoyance. "What did you say?"
Mike, the chunky one of the group boys, frowned at him. "You even listening?" Mike said.
"My bad, I'm distracted." Jordan shrugged his shoulders.
"We all can tell."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Dunno, you seem frustrated," Mike said, taking a bite of his sandwich. Just then Darius dropped his tray on the table.
"Finally, the entertainer is here. Where you been," Mike huffed. "You're late! Can we talk about your party, Jordan is in some funky mood."
"I'm glad, no one should be listening to your ideas," Darius said, "I'm still trying to scrub the jello of the hot tub."
"I mean that bikini contest was so worth it."
"Bro, no it wasn't," Darius scornfully spat out, "I almost got sent to military school."
"Please, don't chew my head off about it," Mike ruefully spoke. "Plus, you haven't answered the question about where you were?"
"Oh yeah, that. My bad. I had to handle some things." Darius' smile was like a sudden beam of sunlight.
"Was it personal, or was it school-related?" Mike asked devilishly.
Darius said, "It's someone special," while playfully checking his phone.
"What the fuck do you mean someone special!" Jordan bellowed, trying to keep his frustration in check — he failed miserably. There was not a sound amongst the group; the air was so brittle it could snap. And if it didn't, Jordan might. No one spoke, what was there to say? Even he knew that was too much.
"Bro, you good?" Darius asked, crookedly. "Is it about you, that thing?"
"No... yes... just forget it. My bad," Jordan said, in a rusty tone, taking a bit of his French fries.
"You sure?"
"I swear I am good."
"You know you can talk to me anytime," Darius smiled, mysteriously.
"I said I'm good, quit asking," Jordan coldly replied.
"See, D. I told you he was being nasty," Mike said scornfully.
Just then, Wes, Chris, and Cody walked up to the table and sat down to eat. Jordan was actually relieved. There were other people there that they could focus their attention on. He didn't want to keep having outbursts because he was sexually frustrated about a girl.
"Hey, Darius, what happened to you the other night?" Cody asked.
"Umm... can we not talk 'bout that now, Cody?" Darius spoke, in a sober tone.
"Suraya, and I were worried. When you and Aiden went missing."
Jordan felt as if a marching band was playing in his ears. He must have heard Cody wrong. "You and who, Cody?" The words sounded like a swish of water coming out of his mouth. "I thought she was dating Aiden?"
"Hell no," Cody laughed. "I thought the same thing. Turns out they are just really good friends," Cody said, triumphantly.
His smile only brought Jordan pain. 'Why did she lie to him?' he thought, as a puzzled look spread across his face.
"She didn't say yes, at first. If it wasn't for Darius. So, when you and Aiden disappeared, Suraya's only focus was trying to find you two." Cody sounded annoyed.
"I just happened to be in the hallway at the same time. It wasn't even a date," Darius spoke defensively.
"So what would you call it then, D?" Jordan grilled, visibly upset as his stare tried to pierce his friend. Jordan had told Darius everything, even about him thinking about Suraya and asking what he should do. The betrayal he felt. Darius could sense it, too; the pain Jordan had in his eyes.
"It was a group setting, so don't call it that. We all were just a group of people hanging out," Darius spoke.
"It was great, until we had to look for Aiden and Darius."
"I don't care about that, I'm asking what's with you and Suraya? Did anything happen between you two?" Jordan spat out, his blood boiling. He didn't like the fact this Pete Davidson wannabe was pushing up on his territory and his best friend didn't say anything to him.
Cody cheerfully added, "Nothing, yet, but really soon."
"Shit, that's crazy, Jordan, had her half naked in his room. Jordan how did you touch those enormous tits and still not fuck," Wes chuckled, nudging Chris.
"Those things look super soft," Chris said, making hand gestures as if he was playfully grabbing a handful.
Wes commented, "If she wasn't so stuck up, maybe I could have got her started," as he winked at Jordan.
"Suraya doesn't seem like that." Cody firmly spoke.
"Jordan, how long did it take you — two or three days, maybe a week?" Chris weirdly laughed.
Jordan shouted malignantly, "Shut the fuck up! I told you never to talk about her like that," slamming his food tray on the counter.
