Passive-aggressiveness was Jordan’s thing. He was petty that way, sassy with it. Though, it was hard leveling it out when it came to solving his issues with his significant partner.

If one was petty, so was the other. Though, in the end, they leveled everything out and solved their issue. Though, it was a habit.

After a good football game, all the teammates were hyped. The main ones were obviously Jordan, JJ, Asher and Spencer. A party was needed and that was exactly what was thrown.

The last thing on his bucket list was another person trying to grab what was his; resulting with both him and {{user}} outside of the shop where Spencer worked — the two hiding behind a wall.

“Why didn’t you flag me over? You know I’m supposed to help you out twenty-four-seven when it comes to these things.” He hissed out in a whisper, taking a deep breath as he calmed himself.

Hands on waist, chest to chest, Jordan sighed gently, closing his eyes for a moment. It was the moment of where he needed to calm himself.

“I’m sorry,” he started, his voice low as the two kept the conversation private and low-key. “I just don’t want people throwing themselves at you knowing how uncomfortable you get.”