"Have you ever been told you're like Ariel?" Jordan says as we pull into his apartment complex.
"Is that a good thing?"
"I mean she's pretty, and your pret- I mean, um, you both are pretty curious"
I laugh, not hearing the first sentence. "Well I don't really have a prince yet, so technically I'm not a princess. Darn you Disney"
"Nathan isn't your prince?"
"I don't know anymore..."
Luckily the car stops and we can end the conversation. "Shall we head up?"
"How far is up?"
"Are you afraid of heights?"
"No"
"Are you athletic?"
"Not that I know of"
"Well, it's at the very top and there's no elevator... you lose track of stairs after awhile"
"I'm gonna lose so much weight doing this"
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When we finally get to his place, (after climbing 20 floors, and Jordan having to carry me up the rest), we plop down on the couch and start eating crackers. "So Mr Maron, what would you like to know?" I ask, stuffing a whole cracker in my mouth.
"What's really wrong with your eye?"
"I told you already. Bacon juice"
"I'm not stupid... well maybe I am, but I know you're lying"
"Jordan, nothing happened!" I almost screamed, throwing the box of crackers onto the floor. I don't know why I was so defensive all of the sudden. Jordan was my friend, I should be able to tell him anything.
"Don't lie to me Erin"
"WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH?!"
"Why can't I care?!"
"Because I can protect myself! I don't need you stalking me over my shoulder!"
"I wouldn't have to 'stalk you over your shoulder' if you told me the truth!"
"I AM TELLING YOU THE TRUTH! Why can't you get that into your freaking head!"
"Because I know you're lying!"
"OH MY GOD JORDAN! I'm not lying to you!"
He stands up and walks towards the door. "I'm gonna go beat the hell out of your boyfriend. Stay here"
"NO! Jordan-"
"And just so you know, I never believed you- there's a security camera in his room, caught everything"
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! Now the cops are gonna come and when he gets out he's gonna kill both of us. THAT is why I DIDN'T tell you"
He pulls out something from his pocket. "Nothing to report when they didn't see the tape"
And then he leaves, slamming the door behind him. I can't stay in his house. I'm still angry with him.
So I write him a note and start my long walk home.
