Jayden
I adjusted the cuffs of my sleek, black shirt, admiring the way it hugged my physique. The designer pants, a dark, trendy fit, complemented my shirt perfectly. I turned around, checking myself out from every angle, my eyes lingering on my sleek, black sneakers. A satisfied smirk spread across my face as I struck a pose, admiring my reflection.
"Damn, I look so hot," I said, chuckling at my own vanity.
My phone rang, and I expected it to be Allison, hoping she'd call to arrange a ride to the club together or something. My heart skipped a beat at the prospect of seeing her tonight. But my excitement faltered when I saw Tyler's name flashing on the screen.
What did he want? I thought, my brow furrowing in annoyance.
I answered the call, trying to sound casual. "What's up, Tyler?"
