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The loud noise of the engine of Jordan's car made Trent jump in his seat and of course, Jordan laughs out loud. "Oh my God, you are literally such a princess," She jokes as she drives.
"Or your truck is too just too old," Trent defends himself.
"Excuse me but this thing at least does not break like your brand new Range Rover," She responds and Trent laughs sarcastically.
"This thing is older than our ages added together," Trent declares.
"So, what? It works perfectly fine," She shrugs and Trent remains in silence not wanting to piss her off more.
To avoid awkwardness, Jordan turns on the radio whilst Trent starts examining the car with his eyes. He can't help to notice a familiar blue logo and he lets out a chuckle. Jordan turns her head to stare at him with a questioning face.
"Now I understand why you hate me," He states pointing to the Everton logo sticker on the front windshield.
She stares at it and then back at him. "First, I don't hate you," She counts. "Secondly, I don't understand,"
"What don't you understand?" The British boy frowns.
"Like, how would I have noticed that you are a Liverpool fan," She explains making him even more confused and she notices. "What?"
Trent sighs out loud. "Do you know where are you taking me?"
"To a training ground, according to the GPS," She points innocently to the phone.
"And that does not ring a bell?" He wonders and she denies bemused.
"Oh!" She raises her voice. "I know!" She chuckles. "We are going to Liverpool's training ground, but why? Oh, please don't tell me you want to take a picture with the players because I'm turning this car around now," She warns him and Trent just covers his face with his hands.
"You might be good at cars but, woman, for christ sakes, watch the news one day," He states and Jordan just shrugs. "I'm one of the players," He points to himself and Jordan gives him a quick glance before erupt laughing.
"Yes and I'm Bill Gate's daughter," She ironically adds as she laughs.
"You don't believe me?" He asks kind of offended.
"C'mon ain't footballers supposed to be a little taller or fit?" She questions him making Trent almost open the door and leave right there. "I'm fucking with you," She hits his arm playfully. "But for real, I'm not stupid enough to believe you,"
"But," Trent tries to defend himself but gets interrupted again.
"You are not even wearing training clothes,"
"What do you think I have in this bag?" He points to his training bag and she shrugs.
"Condoms?" She jokes again and Trent feels his cheek heating up. "I mean please, use them, I would want any dumb rich boy like you walking around," She adds before laughing.
"You are unbelievable," Trent sighs frustrated.
"And unbelievably, we are here," She stops the truck grossly making Trent almost flight towards the windshield.
"On God, you almost murder me," He spats agitated as Jordan laughs out loud.
"That is why you are supposed to wear a seatbelt, buddy," She explains while pointing hers.
Trent just denies with his head as he reaches for his staff in the car an idea pops in his head. "Why don't you come with me to prove you I play for the club?" He suggests and Jordan tilts her head thinking.
"To watch your disgraceful lie be to uncover, count me in!" She happily replies while turning the engine off and taking her seatbelt off.
"You will see," He warns with a smirk on his face.
Jordan smiles as she follows him shortly behind. Her clothes are all full of dirt and oil but her confidence and personality make her not care, not even a little bit. She is very aware that every man has a fear of a strong-minded woman.
