Chapter Eleven.

Jordan's P . O . V

No offense to Mom's cooking skills but baked chicken curry has never my whole life tasted better than the steamy hot plate Ralph handed me when I got home after my endless shopping.

I would've considered it really cute and thoughtful of him if I wasn't less focused on the act and more on my plate.

After having my belly full of that surprisingly tasty meal, I very well thanked my chef for the evening meal before dragging myself up the stairs whilst trying to keep my tired lids open so I don't fall asleep right there on the stairs.

I finally reached my room and couldn't even manage to get out of my clothes before I fell face flat on my bed and drifted off to a very long relaxing sleep only to be awakened early this morning by the irritatingly intrusive loud ringing of my cell phone that rested proudly atop the bed side table very close to me.

The cycle of my life had once again begun. Waking up late on a Monday morning to Brittany's annoying phone calls, jumping out o