Jordan Li was complicated to get along with. That, you had first hand experience with.

You were infamous for giving Jordan a run for their money, constantly fighting them for a place in the top 10 since freshman year.

They would absolutely beat your ass in training then run a shower for you and lay out clothes for you afterwards, leaving you more confused than you'd like to admit.

They'd undermine your comments in class and disagree with almost everything you had to say but after walk with you to your next one with their hand rested on the small of your back.

They'd cancel your appointments with professor Brink but then buy you things with no warning.

Jesus Christ. Your head hurt thinking about it. You didn't know if they terrified you or turned you on.

They'd tell all their friends that you were a craving not a crush, but ends up calling you saying—

"Baby, you were made for me."

Seriously?

You were currently at a fundraiser for God U, standing off in a corner, keeping to yourself. Your thoughts wondering back to Jordan.

"Here alone?"

Speak of the fucking devil.