Ball Or Nothing (2)

(5.)

Melo

About an hour later, Jordan is leading me downstairs. I hear the faucet running, so I assume her mom is in the kitchen.

We turn the corner and it's exactly as I suspected. She was in there washing the dishes.

"Hi mom." Jordan greets her mom.

Ms. Deborah turns to face her. She was about to say something, but stopped herself short when she saw me. I wave at her with an awkward smile.

"Hello Ms. Deborah." I greet. "Sorry for barging in like this. Jordan asked me to come over because she wanted to talk. So I just stayed to avoid driving back home so late."

Jordan nods in agreement to everything I say. Ms. Deborah looks between the both of us, probably not believing a word that just left my mouth. I wouldn't either.

"Okay." She nods. "It's really none of my business."

I look over at Jordan and she's chewing on her top lip. Probably nervous.

"Well, I'm going to run out really quick. I'll be right back." She says, going into the kitchen for a bottle of water.

Ms. Deborah nods, going on about her business. Jordan leads me to the front door after I say bye to her mom. As soon as she closes the door behind us, we both start laughing.

"She totally knows." I exclaim, pulling my keys from my pocket.

"You think so?" She asks.

"I know so." I reply, pressing the button to unlock my Lamb.

There's no way she didn't suspect we were having sex. It was clear on her face she knew that shit.

"I'm just surprised she slept right through all your moaning." I was vaguely impressed.

"She can sleep through anything really." She admits. "Plus, the walls are sound proof."

"That doesn't stop the door from being a way to hear." I say.

"Like I said before, she can sleep through anything." She emphasizes.

Sometimes sleeping through shit is the best form of therapy.

*****

"Hold this." Jordan exclaims, tossing me a box.

I don't see what it is, but I catch it anyway. I furrow my brows and look up at her. She keeps walking down the aisle, so I decide to look at the box. It's Large Size Bareskin Magnum lubricated condoms.

"Really?" I hold the box up for her to see.

"Yes." She said. "We're wrapping it next time. I'm not taking this pill every time we have sex."

I scrunch up my face and slap her ass with the box, despite how hard I was probably blushing. She picked up a Plan B: One-Step box off the shelf. I didn't even have to know what it was to know what it's for.

"Why don't you just get on birth control?" I ask.

She looks at me in disbelief. "If I just told you that I don't even want to take this pill, what makes you think I'd want to take a pill everyday?"

I shrug. "I'm just saying."

"Don't say."

I hold my hands up in surrender. She leads us out of the aisle.

"There are other forms of birth control, you know that right?" I ask her.

"I know. But if I'm being honest, I don't really trust birth control like that." She answered.