The New Girl

Becky, the fashionista, Tina the dancer, and Jordan the comedian are three girls with the same dying passion. To entertain. So they team up and thus forms 3G1C standing for three girls one camera. So when they get the E-mail to be apart of the MAGCON family they don't give it a second thought. But to be apart of it, they need to spend the summer in North Carolina where the boys will be at Nash's place. Will they all get along, OR NAWWW?! Will they're chances be ruined? Find out in The New Girl


12. Chapter Eleven

Matt's POV


I walk upstairs and into my room, falling onto my bed, face first. I don't know what to do with my life. I'm stuck between two girls but I'm edging towards Becky but part of me is still siding with Jordan. I hear my a knock at the door creaks open. I roll onto my back and sit up to find Jordan.

Great, just the person I wanted to see! Hint my sarcasm. "Hey." She smiles sitting down beside me. She looks beautiful in her simple blue tank tap and black shorts. "How do you do that?" I ask, she giggles, "how do I do what?" She raises an eyebrow. "Wear something so simple and look so stunning." Her cheeks turn red and I can't help but kiss them. She blushes harder. I laugh, she's cute.

But Becky's cuter. I need to tell her. "Jordan we need to talk." I say, she nods turning to me. She smiles. I'm gonna crush her. "I-I'm, I have to…break up with you." I struggle to find my words. Her smile fades. Yep, it's official I'm a jerk.

"W-why?" Her voice cracks. Do I tell her? Just be honest. Honesty is always good. "I kissed Becky and I kinda like her now." I explain. She doesn't reply.

I really wish I was kidding like an April's Fools joke but I'm not. "I, I kissed B-Becky." Was all I could say. She nods, standing up. She looks nervous as she rubs her hands on her jeans. "Alright. It was nice while it lasted." She smiled and walked to the door. "Jordan!" I yell. She turns to me. I try to say something but nothing comes out and she walks out.

I feel terrible. No, worse than terrible. What's worse than terrible? No words can explain how I bad I feel. I fell back on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. My life sucks.


"Come in." I sigh sitting up to find Becky. I smile, and she returns it sitting down. "How'd she take it?" She asks. "Good. She didn't scream or break down crying. So it went well." I nod. I still feel uneasy about this whole thing. "Well yeah, Jordan's not the whole emotional person. She hides her feeling's a lot. She sings though don't be surprised if there's a song about you. But she doesn't share the songs with anyone. They're like her way of expressing herself." I nod. "I never knew she sang." I say, feeling kinda left out as if it was obvious.

"She always sang when we were younger then she kinda just stopped singing to anyone." The more we talked about the topic the more interested I got. "Why'd she stop?" I raise an eyebrow. Becky's smile faded. "It was middle school, Jordan was always that quiet kid who no one really got to get to know that well cause well she blocked out the world. She was those artsy kids and well when she finally started to break out of her shell kids made bullied her for no reason and she kind of just closed back up. It took all of ninth grade to get her to open up again. Then tenth all these boys were interested in her and it kinda just blew up in her face. We're all kinda just waiting for her to close up again."

What if I cause her to close up again? "Do you think she'll quit YouTube if she closes up again?" I ask, hoping for a no. "Probably. All we can do is hope she never does cause everyone subscribes for her." I laugh, "Coarse not! People watch you guys too!" I smile. She laughs. "Of coarse they do." She says, sarcastic.

I laugh tto, and we talk longer but all I can think about is Jordan. I really hope I'm not the final straw.



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