Jordan is to pick me up from home. I really don't want him to come here, but what harm can happen if he does? It isn’t like he is going to stay for long.
I wear a blue flared gown that is just a little below my mid-thigh. I pick my white sneakers and put them on. I pack my hair into a messy bun. It is loose, so locks of hair drop down my face. I pick my favorite hair clip, it is silver in color. I put it on my hair, then I hear the doorbell ring. I know it is Jordan. It has to be him. I go downstairs and find Claire standing beside a dimpled-faced Jordan. He looks really cute in his black tight jeans with his black sneakers and denim jacket.
"Hey," I say with a smile, and he returns it with a grin of his own.
"Hey," he replies, his smile turning awkward. If I don't say anythin
