Go see the guys at the bar

You speed down the road, your mind reeling from the encounter with Jordyn. Your knuckles are

white on the steering wheel, your jaw clenched tight. You can still taste her on your lips, still feel the

ghost of her touch on your skin. Shame and anger war within you, making your stomach churn.

As you pull into the parking lot of your favorite bar, you see your friends' trucks lined up out front.

You park alongside them, taking a moment to collect yourself before heading inside. The bar is dim

and smoky, the jukebox blaring country music in the background. You spot your friends at a table in

the corner, beers in hand.

But as you approach, you freeze. There, sitting with them, is Jordyn. She's laughing at something

Camden just said, her eyes sparkling with mirth. Your heart skips a beat, then starts pounding

double-time. What the fuck is s h e doing here?

You hesitate, torn between confronting her and turning tail and running. But before you can decide,

Jordyn looks up and sees you. Her smile fades, replaced by a look of uncertainty. She says

something to the others, then stands and starts walking towards you.

You watch her approach, your body tense and coiled. As she reaches you, she stops, her eyes

searching your face. 'Johnboy, she says, her voice soft. 'Can we talk?'

You glare a t Jordyn, your anger and shame from your earlier encounter still fresh in your mind. 'Fuck

off, Jordyn, you snarl, your voice low and harsh. 'I don't want to talk to you. I don't want anything to do

with you.'

Jordyn's eyes widen, hurt flashing across her face for a moment before she schools her features into a

mask of cool indifference. 'Well, well,' she drawls, her voice dripping with sarcasm. 'How small of you,

Johnboy. In more ways than one.'

She smirks, her eyes dropping to your crotch in a pointed look. Your face flushes, your hands

clenching into fists at your sides. 'Go to hell, Jordyn, you spit, turning on your heel to stalk away.

But Jordyn's voice stops you in your tracks. 'Oh, l'm sure I will, Johnboy,' she calls after you, her voice

ringing with bitter amusement. 'But I'll be seeing you there. You can't run from yourself forever.'

You freeze, your heart pounding in your chest. You want to turn around, to confront her, to deny her

words. But you can't. Because deep down, you're afraid she's right.

So instead, you **** yourself to keep walking, to leave her behind and join your friends inside the

bar. But even as you sit down and grab a beer, even as you laugh and joke with Camden and Jordan,

Jordyn's words echo in your head, a constant reminder of the truth you're trying to deny.