It was already six twenty-three P.M, and Jordan hadn't shown up yet. I gave Tyler a nervous smile because I promised him that we would make it to the dance on time without his aunt's car. He smiled back at me, and I was surprised to see that it was an easy smile. Not a tight smile, or fake smile, or small smile. It was a real smile.
His lips looked pink and plump.
Why the hell.....?
I shook my head and checked my phone, remembering our phone call two days ago. Was he really that jealous....?
Tyler elbowed me in the ribs, breaking me from my daze. I looked at him. "Uhm, sorry I elbowed you, but is that the friend you were talking about?" He pointed in front of him. I turned to look at the direction of his finger.....
......and my jaw literally dropped open.
Parked in front of my driveway, was the most beautifullest car I have ever seen....in my life!
"What the holy shit is that?" I whispered. Tyler chuckled. "By the logo on the front, I'd say it is a BMW. But I don't know what kind though."
"Holy shit...." Was all I could say as I admired the car. Its silver color gleamed in the sunlight. It looked so brand new and fresh and--
"It's a BMW M4." I heard a voice, snapping me out of my daze, again. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Jordan was leaning next to the amazing car, probably making it dirty, and was wearing.....a suit?
What. The. Hell.
"Jordan!" I shrieked as I ran up to him. He smirked, and it looked like he was looking at Tyler, as he opened his arms wide, expecting a hug.
What he was not expecting was a hard shove. He stumbled backwards and fell on the dirt covered cement. "What the fuck, Sofia?" He shouted.
That was the worst time for mom to come out of the house.
"Um, Sofia?" Mom yelled. I turned to her, surprised. She had an angry look on her face. "Who is this young man?"
Damnit. Jordan's been here for about three minutes, and my mom already dislikes him.
"Mami," I began. "This is--"
"Hello, Mrs. Gomes. I am Jordan Mitchell," Jordan said, as he went up to my mom and kissed her hand. After his lips left her hand, she stared at her hand and blushed. "Oh. Jordan, well, it was nice to meet you. But please don't curse out loud around here, we live in a white neighborhood so..." Jordan smiled at my mother. "No problemo, ma'am. You won't hear anymore." Mom sighed. "Okay, good. Are you the friend Sofia told me about?"
My face blushed. What if mom told me about how much I talked about him?
As if reading my thoughts, Jordan smirked evilly. "Well, it depends. What did she say about me?"
Mom glanced at me so quickly, I could've missed it. There was a glint in her eyes that said, "I will keep your secret".
"She said someone was going to pick her and Ty up and drop them off at the school. So I'm guessing you are the friend?"
Jordan's smirk faded a little. He didn't get what he wanted. But he smiled and said, "Yes, ma'am." Mom smiled. "Stop it with the 'yes ma'am's'. Call me Shantel."
"Yes, ma'a--Shantel."
Mom nodded. Winking at me, she said, "Have fun!" And went back inside the house.
Jordan turned to me. "Why the hell did you push me?"
"You can't cuuuuurse," I sang. He glared at me. Turning around, he patted his ass. I tried not to stare.
