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"Imagine you are spending seven minutes in heaven, because with me here, believe me, it is," Jordan states while playing with her nails but Trent gasps sarcastically.
"If you ask me, I think it's the other way round," He states making Jordan giggle. "You could have charged my phone so at least I could have called someone for help," He then adds as he leans on the door after he spent almost fifteen minutes yelling and banging the door for somebody to help to get them out.
"Sorry, you and your phone are not that important to me," She shrugs.
"Well, now we got plenty of time to get to know each other," He sarcastically speaks. "Let's play 21 questions," He suggests.
"Ew, too cliche," She spats. "Let's make it 11 questions since it's my lucky number."
Trent rolls his eyes. "Whatever," He sighs. "You start,"
"Do you have a current crush?" She asks raising a brow and Trent frowns.
"Easy there, tiger," He laughs. "I don't know, what is the definition of a crush?"
"I don't know a person you can't get off your mind." She shrugs. "You just lost a question," She adds. "Which of your teammates is single?"
"What?" He replies confused. "Wait, no, I don't want to ask that," He quickly adds. "A few I guess but mostly the youngers," He explains and she nods. "Do you have any sisters? You know, maybe one I could get," He jokes.
"I have a brother if you can work with that..." She replies the same way making Trent deny quickly with his head. "How old are you?"
"21," He replies shortly. "And you?"
"19," She says making him frown but she ignores it. "How many girlfriends have you had?"
"I think one when I was in like 7th grade but football is the main focus," He says. "How did you learn to fix cars at such a young age?"
"I have grown up inside the workshop and it's in my blood I guess, you know like you with football, you are young to be playing in such a big club not the biggest though," She remarks the last part playfully. "Do I make you nervous?" She wonders with a raised brow.
"What? No," He lies gasping and remains in silence thinking about a smart comeback to make her as nervous as she makes him but it's not an easy task to do, Jordan can barely act nervous around men since she grew up in an environment full of them. "If I were to kiss you, would you kiss me back?"
Jordan is taken by surprised by his question but she doesn't back off. "Why don't you come and find out," She speaks confidently.
"What?" He gasps. Trent wasn't thinking she would reply like that, he thought it was funny.
"Oh, c'mon, are you bitching out now?" She raises a brow at him.
The British boy stares at her bemused, she is being dead serious. "Wait, you are so sarcastic that I cannot tell if you are joking or being real," He spats making her roll her eyes.
Jordan gets up from the desk and walks up to him. "Fucking men, they can't do shit," She states and before Trent can even defend himself she presses her lips against his.
