Choosing You
We both recognize Sabrina’s voice and turn the corner in time to see her throw a football jersey at Jordan for him to catch.
His eyes widen. “How did you get this?”
“And that’s not all. I got you that jacket you really wanted. And you were with another girl!”
“I wasn’t with her,” Jordan tries to plead. “They just showed up.”
“Whatever. Now, I find her here?”
Piper and I exchange a look, seeing Shaina in a pair of shorts with just a bra. Jordan is still dressed from head to toe. But shit looks bad.
“Again,” my best friend says, seeming frustrated. “She showed up. And again, I thought she was you.”