“You’re so down bad,” Jean screamed the moment I stepped foot into his car the next morning.
I saw all of this coming when I sent him that text last night, but I didn’t imagine he’d wait a full twelve hours just to vent in my face.
“Cut the drama and let’s go,” I said with a laugh as I slipped on my seatbelt.
He glared at me but turned on the engine regardless. “How did you make up with him already?” he asked as we pulled out of my front porch. “I literally dropped you here yesterday, so when did you guys even meet?”
“He pulled up here like a few minutes after you left,” I said with a chuckle.
Jean shook his head slightly. “Now that is commitment,” he said, laughing. “He followed us home after your little parking lot stunt.”
I nodded, pouting slightly. “Anyways, we talked. He explain
