““Hey, Mays," Jordan yelled from behind me. I grudgingly turned back around, my back straight and my face blank. "Yeah?" Jordan cocked his head to the side, his eyes burning into mine. "Jaz may be pretty, but you're fucking gorgeous," he called out loud enough for me to hear over the thumping base of the band. He grinned at me and the freaking winked. I hated and loved it when he did that.””
