“I’m not going to be the subject of your group project. Tell her, Sara.” Jordan huffed, unable to believe the nerve of this girl and that she would even suggest such a thing was unbelievable to Jordan.
“Well…” Sara said.
“Sara! You can’t be considering this.” Jordan exclaimed.
“Well, a lot of it we have to do anyway for the guardianship program. I have to track your weight, height, health, and stuff. So this would just be a couple more things, really, and we can get graded for it. It’s like a two-for-one.” Sara said. “But, I won’t make you do something you don’t want to do. I would never dream of stepping on your rights like that. When I added the responsibility of taking care of you knowing how much work it would be in my already busy schedule, I made you that promise. Sara said, faking a sad tone in her voice while looking dejected.
“Fine, you didn’t need to lay on the guilt trip, though,” Jordan said, knowing this was the least he could do for her. Considering she has given him a place to live and has treated him well.
“You two are adorable together. Did you know each other before the accident?” Maisy asked.
“Not exactly. We were neighbors, so I wouldn’t say we weren’t strangers. But we weren’t hanging out or anything. I don’t think Body Hottie even knew I existed.” Sara said as she leaned back in her chair while she toyed with a pen in her hand.
“I would have guessed you knew each other for a while. You two make a cute couple.” Maisy said as she looked down at Jordan and extended her finger. “Okay, little guy, we need to get a baseline report. How many pull-ups can you do?”
“Uh, I don’t know. I’ve never been a pull-up guy.” Jordan said with a shrug.
“Well, that’s why we are finding out,” Maisy said as she wiggled her finger a bit. “I can tell you’re the brains of the operation,” Maisy said before the two teens giggled.
“Come on, chop chop Body Hottie.” Sara encouraged as Jordan looked up at the giant finger floating above his head. He jumped up, grasping Maisy’s finger. The warm fleshy finger he was using as a makeshift pole could easily support his weight. As he dangled above the table, a part of him had hoped that he would weigh too much for her finger to support.
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