"And this is Jordan he's also a cleaner" teased Kathy poking the guy in front of us.
I got a job as a cleaner in a gambling house and that's the day I met him, in that moment my heart skipped a beat and it never skipped a beat.
"But he's not on our shift, he's on shift 2 so yeah" she shattered my beating heart.
"Hey"he smiled and I fell heads over hills.
"Hey" my smile was meek and off we walked, Kathy showed me around telling me all my duties, the dos and don't of the house that housed sinners and addicts.
The day went on and he was still on my mind fixated in my memory like a good romance movie one I wanted to be the star of.
"Bitch I just met the guy of my dreams" I told my step sister looking intently at the way she chopped the onions.
"Really, who is he" she inquired never taking her eyes from the onion, she was past my dramatic ass by now cause every cute guy I meet, I tend to exaggerated.
I sighed like a fat girl who just got attention from her high school crush. "Jordan, he's from work and I think he likes me too the way he was looking at me says it all"
"Michael we have been over this already, guys tend to look at you that way cause you got your mum's features" she said sprinkling the onions in the pot.
I got a little bit offended but it's her after all and she's frank that way, but still.
"What's that suppose to mean huh" I asked restraining the offended inner me.
Suddenly she stopped and looked me straight in the eyes.
"You look like a girl Michael your features are soft, your eyes are big and cat like, your lips are plump and your nose is tiny and straight, things most guys do not have" she said in one breath breaking eye contact "so don't over read into it he was just confused by your appearance"
I always suspected that she was jealous of me and this just proved it.
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I love him
RomanceI'm certain that Jordan is my soul mate But he's straight and in a relationship and I don't think there will ever be a chance where he'd be gay for me But as of lately weird things have been happening between us that make me hope that maybe there is...