Chapter 7:Jordan

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I walked out the door, and straight to the Dunking Donuts down the street.  As I turned the corner, I saw Leo, the hottest guy in the whole school.  He turned to me and smiled.  

"Hey Jordan.  I thought it was you I saw.  Where you going?"  He asked.  We were friends in elementary school, but haven't talked much since.  I smiled, but a little to rudely.  I was not in the mood to talk.  

"For some food." I said, and started walking.  He started after me, and continued talking, as if I cared.  

"So, my brother, you know, the twenty one year old, he's having a party in like five days, and I'm allowed to invite some people.  There will be beer, and weed, the whole lot.  I wanna know if you wanna come?"  He asked.  At first, I had absolutely no intention of agreeing to this.  This boy ignored me all through middle school, and now he chooses to talk to me, I don't think so.  

"And it'll be mostly of your brother's friends?" I asked, thinking about what situation I'm might get into.  Dad would hate the idea of me going to a party with twenty years old, and this might just be my start of a rebellion.  

"Yea, and it's going to be epic!"  Leo added.  I smiled and quickly nodded.

"Sure, what time?" I asked.  All I could think about was the idea of my first beer, and the horror on my dads face when he finds out.  

"9:00"  He said.  "My place."  I'll see you there!"  He added.  He walked back towards where ever he came from, and disappeared from sight.  As I walked into the place, I saw my friend Peirce over at a table and went to sit with him.  He smiled when he saw me approaching.  

"Hey Jay.  Wuzzup?"  He said, pointing to the seat across of him.  I put up my finger, meaning one minute, and went to get my order.  

"I'd like a vanilla chai latte please.  Medium."  I said.  The man made the drink almost in minutes, and i took out my money.

"I've got it Jay." Peirce said, pulling out a ten and gave it to the man.  I frowned at Peirce and turned to talk to him. 

"I have my own money you know! I can pay for myself." I said, but he wouldn't listen to me.  He took the change back and brought it and my tea back to the table.  I followed, having no idea what else to do, and took my seat.

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