Jordan laughed, pulling away from her.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, with her hands on her small, curved hips.
“Those guys– did you deal with them?” he asked, in an almost concerned voice.
“Psh, what do you think?” she said with a confident smile. Despite being small, Mia was a five-foot-two ball of energy that wouldn’t go down without a fight.
“Mia the perv-slayer. The neighborhood is forever in your debt,” Jordan laughed, wiping her face dry.
“Yeah, right. They’ll probably be back tomorrow,” Mia replied, gently clasping around Jordan’s fingers before removing his hands from her face. “I’m fine, thanks, Mr. Rivers.”
“At home, it’s Jordan, alright? The last thing I want to think about is school, especially on a Friday.”
“Said the teacher,” she laughed; a sound that brightened the barely lit living room and momentarily drowned out the sound of rain. “Sounds like they don’t pay you enough.”
Good guess, Jordan thought.
“Absolutely not,” Jordan sighed, taking his sweet time getting back to the hazelnut brown chair in the kitchen. He sat down and nudged the blue frame of his slim glasses over his nose as he took a second look at the pile of papers and paperclips. It would have been easier for him if those paperclips were actually on the papers, but what would life be if it were easy and organized?
Jordan glanced over at Mia, who was taking off her shoes; nothing unusual. She then quickly removed the drenched hoodie and tossed it into the laundry basket. The rain had soaked her to the very bone; her light teal tank top clung to each curve and crevice of her upper body. The bulging outline of the upper rim of her bra showed just how well her hand-full sized breasts were cradled. Now that was unusual, and Jordan’s pants agreed with him. Well, not exactly his pants, but something he never thought about using again, especially after what happened a month ago.
Mia’s toned arms swayed forward as she walked toward the table and pulled out a chair. She was just close enough for Jordan to admire the fine lines of her defined, feminine abs; firm, yet curved hills than dipped into a valley where her bellybutton rested. She gave him a quick, but tired smile as she sat down, fanning herself.
“How am I soaking wet and still hot? They didn’t teach me this in physics class,” Mia sighed.
“With your grades, you probably didn’t listen anyway,” Jordan laughed, trying to distract himself from the unbelievably fit girl before him.
“Shut up,” Mia laughed, stopping when she glanced at the papers on the table.
“Oh, it’s…” Jordan mumbled, pulling the papers away from her.
“My grades are shit, but I can still read,” she said, leaning forward to snatch the bill at the top of the stack. Jordan grunted but knew it was futile to hide the truth from her any longer. She gripped the bill tightly and squinted at it. “Damn. Big letters.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I might not be good at math, but even I know that this minus sign next to this large number is never a good thing,” she said, dragging the ‘never’ on for a good two seconds.