I pull onto my street and am getting out of the car when a roar of a motorcycle comes from behind me. I grab the jacket out of the backseat and toss it at Warren as he walks up.
“You can take that back now. You should probably give it to that poor girl who was practically naked in your room.” I tell him while heading for the front door after locking my car.
Warren stands there with his hoodie in his hands, “Vanessa, it’s not what you think. She’s not my girlfriend, she’s not my anything.”
I scoff and turn on him, poking a finger in his chest, “First of all I don’t care if you have girls in your room, you’re not my boyfriend. Secondly, it's a real jerk move to tell Jeremy that you don’t have a girlfriend, but that you like someone when you have girls waiting for you like that. Thirdly,
