“You are so funny. You didn’t agree to this. Where do you come up with this stuff.” Sara giggled. “I guess that’s why you are my whitto man. Yes, you are. Yes, you are.” Sara said in an infantile voice and scratched underneath Jordan’s chin as she parked the car.
Jordan sulked a bit, feeling emasculated as he stood before Sara. She had utterly dressed him down, and he didn’t even think she realized as she thought he was fooling around. He hated how he had zero respect from this teen as an adult because of his stature—nothing he said or thought mattered. Jordan was still deep in thought when he heard the window roll down.
“Hurry up, walk to the car like it’s your corner,” Sara shouted out the window towards Mallory.
“You bitch, you can’t afford my rates,” Mallory said while opening the passenger car door. “Since when can you drive anyway?” Mallory questioned as she slung her bag onto the floor and sat down.
“Since I was accepted into the Guardian program. Now I have a licensed driver at my beck and call.” Sara said as she ruffled Jordan’s hair.
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