♥ Chapter 6

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Isabel and I continued to grow to be best friends. Gosh I love that girl. While doing our own little thing, all of a sudden the gym double doors burst open and an unfamiliar face comes through. Loud and obnoxious voice “the queen is here; back to claim her king Jordon Taylor!” Isabel and I looked at each other with a puzzled with expression. What the hell? Who the hell does she think she is coming up in our school acting a fool? I thought to myself.

Tonight was the football game and it was out time to shine and cheer on our football team. My cheer would personally go out to Jordon.

“Let’s go tigers, let’s go Cha cha cha!  Let’s win, let’s score, and do it all night!” Our team chanted while we danced. The band did a great along with us.

Touchdown!! We won the game. I was so excited; we made it to the championship and won! I know Jordon wanted this so bad because it was one of the things he would talk about he was passionate about. I so want to give him a hug right now. While talking to my team I feel someone grab my waist and pick me up. “Damn Jordon you almost made me shit myself! He just started laughing while looking into my eyes. Great game I whispered.  

“Uh um.” Jordon turns around with me still in his arms. He jaw suddenly drops and his eyes widen and he puts me down gently. “Jasmine?”  Jordon questioned

 It was the same girl Isabel and I saw who busted in the gym door thinking she was the shit.

“Hey Jordon baby, long time no see. Did you miss me? I certainly missed you.”

“Um, I don’t know.” Jordon replied hesitantly.

“What the fuck you mean you don’t know JORDON TALYOR?!  She made sure to put emphasis in his name. I could already tell that she was going to be trouble. She pushed through Jordon and me with her rude ugly looking ass and she attempted to give him a hug. I took the initiative and decided to leave. “Bye Jordon!” I said while waving. I could tell in his face he didn’t want me to leave. He was kind of down, but what the hell was I suppose to do? If he wanted me, he would come get my ass. Point! Blank! Simple!

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