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It's getting close to party time and Jordan doesn't come down, I look at the watch resting on my wrist: 8:50. We should have left an hour ago, especially because of the change of plans that Brook informed us hours ago. After the drastic change of weather this afternoon, they had to close the beach and unfortunately for all of us, that's where the party was going to be, since, as Mina wasn't going to go, we were going to take the party to her as a whim of Brook's younger sister. Now the party will be on the outskirts of town, about three hours from here to be exact, and this moron won't come down.
—He must have overslept— Josh adjusts his hair and goes to the hanger at the entrance where he unhooks his denim jacket to put it on, I watch him out of the corner of my eye and then look back at the stairs.
—I tell Amanda to go upstairs and wake him up —I touch the button on the coffee table where our snacks used to be. It doesn't take long for a grey-haired lady, the one who has watched over us as if we were her children since Jordan came to town with his parents, to come in—. Could you go get him, please?
—He's been downstairs for half an hour. He's waiting for them in the garage —we both look at each other, he didn't say anything and the idiot has a phone. Amanda seems to read my mind and pulls an iPhone out of her apron— He forgot it here when everyone went upstairs to change. When he came down, he told me to tell you at nine o'clock or when you call me. Please give this to him —I pick up the phone and sit down, Amanda waves goodbye and we both hurry to the garage. Jordan is waiting for us in his dad's truck, apparently he's changing his dad's tyres. I clear my throat, making him aware of our presence and he gets out from under the car.
—I'm sorry, all the cars have bad parts and we don't know why, and unless I changed them, my father would give me permission to go to the party in his truck. —He wipes the sweat from his brow and puts the tool back in place, Josh and I just give him a dirty look.
—Why? —I ask and he cocks his head.
—Why, what —I toss him his mobile phone, he barely catches it.
—See the phone, Jordan. —Josh is still behind me with his hands in his jacket pockets, we stand expectantly waiting for our team captain to check the group we have in football, he slides his finger down the screen and as he reads, his eyes widen.
—Hell —he says, tensing up, Josh grimaces as he approaches Jordan, I get in the car without saying anything else. I just ask to go to the party, how hard is that?
They both stand talking for a few moments in front of the car and I can't hear much of anything, no matter how discreetly I stretch out. Their voices become unintelligible mumbles as they move away to the back table.
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—We're not going to the party —Jordan puts the phone in his trousers and goes to the table where he left his father's tools, next to which is a clean T-shirt that he puts on and leaves the dirty one in its place.
