28. The Day His Girlfriend Made Problems

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HEAVENLY'S POV

Winter break is over and none of my muscles hurt me anymore. It is officially March, a month when spring comes. The snow melted and now it is just wet streets without it. I am currently walking towards the cafe where Jordan works part-time to give him a paper he needs to turn in today after finishing work. His shift lasts until four pm and then he is ready to go. As I hold my old green plaid umbrella from which drops of rain continuously fall and clash against my feet, I check the time seeing it's three fifty-five. 

The door bells go off as I open the wide glass door and enter the cozy cafe atmosphere. I wait for Jordan until he finishes up, which is until ten minutes after four.

"Hey, braid girl, "Jordan approached me from the side while I was deep in my thoughts reading his essay. He called me out because I braided my long brown hair on top of which I put on a hat. His hand extends towards my face as he gently grabs ahold of my left braid glancing at it amused, bending down to my level of height as I sit on a chair. His eyes gaze at me which appears like a too intimate gesture to me, "You're like Pippi Longstocking. Nice. "

It appears that I cannot breathe when he comes so close. He is dressed in his light spring jacket and black jeans that he wears so well. That amusing smile of his seems to be tickling me deep down in my soul and I just cannot seem to keep still. I swat him away and run a hand through my hair, trying to cool off my burning cheeks. 

"You're so annoying, " I tell him as I get up and slam his paper against his chest, looking up at him directly, "This is your homework that I had to make time to bring here. You better thank me with a burger or something. "

I start walking off and hear him walking after me. Once I'm out, I spread my umbrella and look up at the white sky. Suddenly, I am pulled back, and by nothing other than my braids, "Hold on, Braids girl. I've got my car here. We can drive to the faculty until I finish this damn thing and go back home not getting soaked. You don't need that old thing, " he points to my umbrella. 

"Do you have to pull my hair? ", I huff, "Honestly, why do I even hang out with you? "

"You love me and you know it. Just keep denying it, " his warm breath tickles my ear as he speaks from behind after he pulls me to him. 

My senses alarm me as I drop my umbrella to the wet ground and my jacket gets soaked. Jordan laughs loudly, bending a bit as he holds his knees. "I hate you, " I tell him, "Where is your car, Coffee Maker? "

He grins widely and picks up my umbrella for me holding it above my head, "You are seriously the only person who wears a hat plus an umbrella when it rains. "

"I obviously have to have multiple layers of protection from rain when you try to annoy me. "

He leads me down the sidewalk, still holding the umbrella and not letting me get more soaked. It would have been sweet if he hadn't made me drop it a minute ago. He clicks the button on the key and the black Honda Accord responds to it. Jordan leads me all the way to the passenger's seat and opens the door for me. He seriously needs to stop being so damn intrusive and annoying and also sweet and empathetic. It's getting on my nerves. We both drive away listening to a song on the radio. He hums to it and I secretly watch the way his sharp jawline clenches and relaxes as he hums different words. As if feeling my gaze on him, he looks back for a second, but I look away immediately, staring at the road ahead. 

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