Chapter Four

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    Plopping back down at my lunch table, I was met with the suspicious and curious glances of my two best, and only, friends.
    "What was that all about?" Ash, the boldest, asked.
    I thought back to what Jordan had said about trusting me to keep it quiet. "Jordan wants for me to hang out with him for some project, I don't know," I said, explaining with as little detail as possible.
     "Oh?" Ri wondered out loud. "Like a date?"
    I shrugged. "I don't think so."
    "Imagine that," Tiffany, who had overheard our private conversation, scoffed. She was one of the most popular girls at McCelvy.
    Ash turned toward her. "You're just jealous that Jordan asked Em out and not you."
     "Oh, puh-leez! Give me a break," she exclaimed throwing in an eye roll. "Jordan Scoffenstein? I can do better."
     I laughed. "Don't lie to yourself."
     "Me? Lying to myself? Well, at least I'm not blind enough to think Jordan would like me." She smirked before turning back to her friends.
     "Anyways," Ri piped up, glad that Ms. Priss was out of her sight. "What did you say?"
     "You know I said yes." I laughed at Ri. "But, anyways," my face clouded, "it wasn't like that, he wasn't asking me out. Just for help, that's all." I didn't want to get caught up in too deep of a lie.
     "Good. Cause if you hadn't, I would've marched over there and demanded he ask me out, instead." Ri exclaimed, with a laugh.
     "Yeah, right." Ash chucked. "You don't have the gut for that sorta thing."
     Ri blushed. I stood in her defense. "You don't know that."
     "Guilty until proven innocent." Ash explained, like a teacher at a law school. "And if that's not proof enough, she didn't even say 'hi' back to Andrew last summer at the pool when he said 'hey.'"
     Ri rolled her eyes. "Whatever." I laughed.
     The bell rang, and the cafeteria exploded into noise. People bustled about, and all of a sudden, Jordan was behind me. "Don't forget," he whispered in my ear, his breath sprouting goose bumps on my arms. When I spun around, he was gone.

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