I look up from my paper to see Jordan staring into my eyes pouting.
Why did he have to sit in front of me in History?
"Why didn't you come to the party?"
"I never wanted to go." I rolled my eyes at him.
I didn't care if I said it in a mean way, it was the truth, and nothing but the truth.
"Why? Am I too good for you?"he taunted.
"No.Vice versa."
(I was too good for him.) It made me laugh in my thought just thinking about it.
"Harsh."he admitted.
"What? I thought big boys could handle,'harsh' from girls." I shoved the words down his throat. (Not literally though. Of course.)
"Yeah but some boys, like harsh girls. They also like to play with them and act heartbroken."he cocked an eyebrow.
"I always knew you were a player."
"I wouldn't be if I was with you."
I rolled my eyes as the smirk appeared on his face.
"Well guess what? You're gonna be a player for the rest of your life."
He curved his lips upward.
"I'll be the judge of that."
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My phone vibrated and I was surprised to see that Jordan had texted me.
Jordan: Whacha doin April?
How did he get my number?
Me: How on earth did you get my number? >:(
Jordan: I stole your phone and found out. ;)
Me: I will block you.
Jordan: Come on I just want to hang out with you like you and what's-his-face-who-dosent-matter-as-much-as-me. ^v^
Me: Have you been stalking me?!
Jordan: Its worth it. ;)))))
Me: Forget it, I'm never gonna hang out with you.
Jordan: Come on just this one time?
Me: Unless I know you well, I will.
Jordan: Don't you know me? I'm that awesome friend. :}
Me: You know what? I don't even know why I'm texting you.
Jordan: fine
Huh. That was easier than I thought.
I walked downstairs to the kitchen to grab a snack but then I heard a knock on my door. I walk towards the door and opened it.
I saw Jordan standing there in the same position he was in when he was leaning on my locker.
I quickly shut the door but before I could completely close it Jordan stopped me.
"Please? Come on I'm not that bad of a guy."
I cocked an eyebrow.
"Please." He held out a hand.
I sighed as he dragged me to his car.
I don't know why I'm doing this.
I'm crazy.
I'd never go in a car with boys-or ever hang out with them-since I met Jackson.
This had better be worth it.
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Romance***if you don't like cliches don't read this book, this is my "first book" and I'd appreciate positive comments, I don't care if it's too happy. It's MY book, I am a happy person. Sorry I'm not killing you with suspense :/ this book is still being e...
