BULLY ROOMATE
I said, shoving him out of the way.
“You were a beast out there tonight, Booker. Did someone finally get some—,”
I slammed my locker and glared at Jordan. Sometimes he doesn’t know when to shut up. “Ah, don’t get your panties in a twist, are you coming to the party tonight?”
“No,” I said.
Jordan tore off his shirt. “Ah, come on, everyone is going to be there—,”
“I have plans.”
Jordan leaned against the locker, tossing his jersey into the hamper in the far corner of the room. “So you get a taste and now you’re calling it quits on the partying. She must taste good.”