Photos of Steven R McQueen (Jordan) and his dog Max are the gift that keeps on giving. And there's no radio scene this time so enjoy one of my favourite songs if you'd like.
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"Wow," Viola deadpanned, picking a stick from the piles of paper in front of her. She and River were sitting on the grass, working on name cards for the Abstinence Club's bake sale. "Assault with a deadly weapon is the newest trick they're trying out"
"Their aim sucks. Kinda like your drawing, and me at being abstinent," River smirked, causing Viola to pick up the stick and smack him on the leg with it.
"Shut up. I'm not artsy and we-" her reply was cut short by the squeal that left her lips as she was pounced upon by a large brown dog.
"MAX! Stop it! Get back here."
She turned to see the source of the command and let out a bitter scoff when she was met with the towering frame of a shirtless Jordan.
"Why am I not surprised?" She scoffed, propped up on her elbows.
"I can't imagine what you'd mean," he smirked, kneeling down to pet the large dog.
"Your mutt attacked me," Viola glared.
"Chill Mother Theresa, he just wanted the stick."
"Oh so you threw it then?"
Jordan rolled his eyes, "Are you slow?"
"That thing needs to be kept on a leash!"
"Nothing in the school rules say anything about that. But hey, maybe you can use your pedigree to get that changed."
"My pedigree?" Viola asked, irritated.
"Don't play dumb,"
"How could I when it's all you guys have been able to talk about since I came here."
"Well it's true isn't it? Viola Devereux, going to Anne B. Devereux University, your father's on the board, your family's one of the most prestigious on the entire island; can you blame them?"
"We're having a bake sale later, by the chapel. You should check it out," River interjected, handing Jordan a flyer.
"He doesn't wanna come to a bake sale," Viola scoffed snatching it back.
"Why wouldn't I? I love bake sales?"
"Fine, it starts at 5," Viola muttered.
"Great. I'll stop by after I walk Max. He'll be at the frat house so don't worry your pretty little head."
"Okay, great. See ya then," Viola grimaced.
"Yea," Jordan smirked taking the stick from Viola's hand and tossing it in the opposite direction before following after Max.
"Wow," River grinned, staring at Viola. "If you're gonna check out someone's ass, be subtle about it."
"Oh, like you'd know anything about subtlety."
"Au contraire," he scoffed. "Based on this look you'd never be able to tell that I had a train run on me by five girls before coming over here."
"You let five girls have sex with you before you came over here?"
"Yup."
"Business or pleasure?" Viola asked with a raised brow.
"Babe, you should know by now that it's both," he replied rolling his bright blue eyes.
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