Neil:The whole thing doesn’t rhyme.
Gemma:We’re really bad at this.
Jordan:I can’t believe you were using me to get *hic* Trisha back. That’s such a sucky thing to do to someone.
Neil:Would it have been less painful if he wasn’t good in bed?
Jordan:No! Maybe…I-I don’t know. He’s so great in bed. A fucking sex God! Can you say multiple *hic* orgasms, Neil?
Gemma:Guys, we’re gonna send this to him. Let’s keep it hateful.
Up until this point, Tyler was more than amused, but then this happened and he crumbled.
Jordan:There’s a part of me that wishes I was the rebound girl. The rebound girl is used to getoverthe ex, but to be used to get the ex back…Fuck! I would even be happy if I found out I was a bet…(crying) because that’s the lowest I ever expected of you. You were such a *hic* nice guy, I didn’t even see it coming.
Gemma:Jordan, press send!
Jordan:(whispers) I hate what you do to me. I hate that even though you hurt me, I’m still taking the time to send you a drunk voice note *hic*. I hate knowing that when I was up all night thinking about you (more crying), you were thinking about using me in the next step of yourplan.
Neil:What are you doing?! You’re fucking up the drunk voice note!
Jordan:I hate that even though my heart feels so heavy, I’m still dying to see you.
Gemma:Fuck, Neil! Save her from herself.
Jordan:I miss you.
Neil:No, Jordan! (Shuffling and then she was rugby tackled to the floor) Don’t press—
Tyler groaned and dropped his head into his hands. This was much worse than he’d expected. He’d hurt her much more than she’d let on.
Okay, Tyler. You’ve got your work cut out for you.
He replayed the part of the message that gave him hope that this was still fixable.
“I miss you.” Rewind. “I miss you.” Rewind. “I miss you.” Rewind. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too, Jordan.”
December
More Childish Games
“Good morning, Jordan.”
“Good morning, Mister Evans.”
The greeting was polite and formal. Their interactions over the last week were always business related. She still refused to speak to him. She’d moved two floors down to the maintenance department and was now sharing an office with her arch nemesis, Mervin.
Tyler had tried to talk to her a few times, but she always politely cut him off and turned the conversation back to work.
This whole situation was killing him. Slowly. Painfully. He couldn’t get through to her. He spent his days pining, spent his nights yearning. He’d hurt her, but she was hurting him more. Completely shutting him out. And now that she’d moved, he barely got to see her. He came in every morning and was greeted by an empty desk. It was torture.
“How’s the thirty-sixth floor treating you?” he asked.
“It’s great. Mervin is easier to tolerate when Barbara isn’t around.”
“Good to hear.” He forced a smile. “What needs to get approved today?”
