"Hey, babe. Why'd you call me?"
"Shut up, Jordan, God! I'm not your babe."
"Wow. So you called me only to scold me? That's nice, babe."
"Ughhh! Okay, whatever. I called you because I needed to tell you something."
"'Kay, babe. What is it? Wait, don't tell me. You want to tutor me on something?"
"You wish, but no. It's about Tyler."
Silence. It was too long. I thought he hung up on me. I felt rejected. So we weren't friends?
"Jordan...?"
"Yeah?"
"Oh! You're still there?" Honestly, I was relieved.
"Yeah," his voice was emotional, but I couldn't point out the emotions. Maybe his voice was edgy.....?
"Anyways, who's Tyler?"
I must've imagined it. Although a part of me was a bit disappointed he wasn't jealous.
"Umm, he's my next door neighbor's nephew."
"Is he white? Is he older than you? Younger than you?"
"Damn, hold your horses."
"No one says that anymore."
"Ouch."
"I know. Anyways, continue! Answer my questions."
"Uhm...okay. He's white with blonde hair and sparkly blue eyes and he's tall. I think he's around my age but he's really, really hot and oh my God, he's not muscular like you but he's fit, okay-ish. I mean, he has abs but--"
"Did you just say I was muscular?"
I froze. Did I say that?
My cheeks blushed. He was probably messing with me.
"I did?"
"Yeah."
"Liar."
"Nope, not lying. Why would I make that up?"
"You make a lot of things up--"
"True."
"--like me being your girlfriend."
"Anyways..... what does this have to do with him? I get that you like him and all, but what do I--"
"Who said I like him?"
"Please. You're all googoo gaagaa for him."
"Oh come on, I am not! And, by the way, never say please in a sentence like that ever again."
"Please. I can do whatever I want."
"Stop."
"No."
"Stop."
"No."
"STOP!"
"Fine, fine. God, Sofia! Now, for real, what do I have to do with all of this?"
"Okay. He has a Halloween dance coming up at his school soon--"
"What school?"
"Dammit, Jordan, let me finish! But he goes to Washington High School."
"Okay. Continue."
"Anyways, before I was rudely interrupted by mwa--"
"The fuck was that?"
"JORDAN. SHUT UP."
"Okay, okay. Damn."
"Anyways, his Halloween dance is on the 31st--"
"Which is Friday."
"Bye."
"Wait! I'm kidding, that was the last time, I'm sorry!"
"Okay. He asked me to go with him. We already matched our outfits and stuff, so I was wondering if you could be our driver...?"
"Hah! The dude can't drive?"
"Jordan! He can, but the last time he drove his aunt's car, he was drunk and he hit a stop sign."
"So you like a badboy, huh?"
"Well, that was two years ago. He's a good guy now."
"Okay...."
"You'll do it?"
"Do what?"
"Fuck you."
"You would fuck me? I mean, I'd have no problem with it--"
"Idiot. Will you drive us or not?"
I heard him sigh on the other end. "Fine. What time should I be there?"
"At my house, on Friday, at around six to seven because the dance starts at seven-thirty."
"Wait, why at six? Isn't that too early?"
"I wanted my mom to meet you, but...."
"Oh. Okay, then I'll come at six."
"You will? Jordan I swear you are the best."
"The best what?"
"Wow. Okay, bye Jordan. See you at my house in two days."
Silence.
".......you."
"What?"
"Oh! Nothing. Okay, bye, adios, bye!"
He hung up on me.
Typical, Jordan. Just typical.
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THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER IS A PHONE CALL FROM SOFIA TO JORDAN ON A WEDNESDAY WHILE SHE'S AT DILLARDS. JUST WANTED TO PUT THIS HERE SO SOME OF YOU WON'T GET CONFUSED.
