Twelve Boyfriends

Chapter 19

"That was quite a show you put on." Jay says when we both get to his house.

"Shut up." I tell him.

Although I'm embarrassed and somewhat angry, I can't help but smile and laugh. I don't know why.

"Okay, so Let's practice this dance thing."

We get to his gargantuan back yard, and he turns on the music.

"Okay. So this dance is about intimacy without touch. Basically, we can't touch the entire dance, but the way we dance and look at each other represents our intimacy."

I blush a little. "Okay." The song gets going, and he starts to teach me the dance.

"So put your hand here, next to mine. Your other arm stays down." I do what he tells me. I hold my hand out like his opposite, and my other arm drapes down. We walk in circles somewhat around each other, but still not touching. Our eye contact never breaks the whole dance, and somehow, I already know what to do before he tells me. We switch hands, and get through the whole dance without touching.

And although we aren't together, I can feel the tension.

When the song ends I don't want to stop dancing, but after a few seconds he pulls away.

"That went surprisingly well." I admit.

"Well, You're a surprisingly good dancer." He replies.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know." He smiles.

"Wow. It's like ten o'clock." He says, looking at his watch.

Earlier, we ate dinner and kept dancing. Not necessarily because we needed it, but because we wanted to. It was really fun.

"Woah. Time flies, I guess." I reply.

"Want to watch a movie or something?" He asks, scratching his head.

I blush a little. "Sure. I don't have to do my homework until tomorrow cause it's only Saturday, so I'm down for a movie."

He grabs his music player, and we head inside.

"Let me call my Mom real quick." I say.

"Aight. I'll meet you inside." I nod, and he winks at me while making a clicking noise.

"Hey mom? Ya...So I know I said I'd be home by 11, but can I stay at Jordan's a while longer? He invited me to watch a movie. Yay! Thanks mom. I'll talk to you later. Ok, bye."

I love my mom. She's so sweet, as long as I do my chores and I'm respectful.

I spot an old-fashioned motorcycle in the back of the garage, and run over to it. I LOVE motorcycles. They're so risky yet so beautiful. So dangerous, but you could have the ride of your life on one of these babies.

I run my fingers across the old leather seat, and Jordan comes out.

"Don't touch that!" He yells, and hastily puts the cover on it. The vein on his forehead is popping out, and I'm kind of scared.

"Okay, geez." I surrender. "You know what, I think I'm just gunna go." I start walking to my car.

"Maia, wait."

"I'll talk to you later, Jordan."

Once I'm home, I sink down into the living room couch.

"Home so early?" My mother asks.

"Yep. I decided not to stay."

"Why not? It sounded like you two were having a blast."

"We both got tired really quick, and decided to just hang out another time."

I lie.

She looks suspicious, but she lets it pass. "Well, alright. I'm going to bed. Goodnight, sweetie."

"Night mom." I kiss her on the cheek, and go to bed as well.

As I lay in bed, I think about Jordan's crazy reaction, and it replays in my head.

He just looked so scared and angry at the same time. I could see a hint of sadness in his eyes when he confronted me.

So the one think I want to know is: what's the history behind that bike?