Jordan's POV
“So, can I really try out for the lacrosse team?” Jerry asked for the umpteenth time.
“Yes,” I replied, rolling my eyes.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, young lady,” he said seriously, making me laugh.
“Hey baby, let’s talk,” Daniel said, pulling me into his arms.
“Hey Jordan, who’s that girl with the red-brown hair?” Jerry asked.
“Oh, that’s Harper, she’s—”
“So pretty. Later,” he grinned.
Oh no.
“Looks like a pretty boy won’t be any competition for me,” Daniel smirked.
“He’s no threat; he’s harmless. We’re nowhere near the dating stage.”
“That’s good,” he mumbled, but I heard him.
“What?”
“Nothing, let’s sit,” he said, leading me to a bench.
We sat down, and he continued, “I’d like to take you to the movies on Wednesday if you’re free.”
“Sure, unless Jerry shows u
