He laughed again, glancing at me with shining eyes as another car's headlights beamed into us. "I'm assuming you mean Sara. And she's not my girlfriend. We were supposed to be doing a project together."
I laughed. "How'd that work out for you?"
"It cost me two hours of sleep last night," he said with a yawn. "Sara's not exactly the studious type, so it was left to me to finish the assignment. Lesson learned, right?"
"Somehow I doubt that." I stuck my hand out in front of him. "Can I see your cell phone?"
When he handed it over, I typed quickly into the phone before returning it. "There. Now you have my number. If you're ever studying again, you can text me and I'll wait outside the door in the cold if I have to, but I won't interrupt."
"That's kind of you," he joked.
"No," I said, turning serious again. "It's kind of your dad to let me stay with you guys. I just want you to know that I'm not going to forget that I'm a guest in your house."
Jordan was silent for a couple minutes, staring at the road ahead of us. "I think I need to see this new release move of yours. I heard Stevie's back in the gym again?"
I didn't need to ask what he meant by that. The intentions dripped from his tone. I threw him a disgusted look. "So, you make out with Sara for fun, have a weird fantasy about Stacey who happens to be married, lactating, and way too old for you, and now you're obviously interested in seeing Stevie in a leotard. Are all boys like this?"
"First of all," Jordan said. "Guys, not boys. Second...yes, I'm pretty sure we are all like this. Unfortunately. But if you promise never to share this information, I could let you in on a little secret."
"I promise." I turned my body toward him and away from the view of the road.
"Most of what guys say is all talk," he admitted. "Not always intentional exaggerations, either. Just us chickening out. So, if you want to know what a guy is really like, my best advice for you is to pay attention to what he does, not what he says."
I mulled over that advice as we pulled into the parking lot but couldn't respond due to Jordan's interruption.
"Oh shit," he said under his breath. "He's home."
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