"is it still me who makes you sweat?"

JORDAN AND YOU have been a thing back in junior year of highschool. As that you two were friends through your parents, their parents knew yours through work. Which sorta forced you two to become friends...which soon enough didn't seem as bad! and you two became great friends...of sorts. Back in those years in Junior n' Senior of highschool, friends was something you two were that the PUBLIC saw you two as.

You knew all their family issues, they knew all of yours. You told eachother everything, did everything together, and everything ment everything. Your first freshman dance was with them as friends, every dumb rich man event their dad made them go to---you were with them to save them the crippling feeling of wanting to puke out of everything at the event. Which...everything was also your and their first time. Back in the summer transition to junior to senior.

yes, they still remember the way your chest heaved up and down, Yes, they remembered the way your face consurted to pleasure, yes they remembered every single detail about you. the way you sounded, the way you said their name. It all. Ofcourse, they remembered everything, and that one time wasn't the only one they remembered, they remembered every single one from every other time similar back in the end of junior year to senior summer, to when you two made out in the bathroom of the highschool graduate party. Jordan was in love with you.

It was their college years now. Working as teaching assistant (t.a) for Professor Brinkerhoff, the dude behind all the criminal justice jazz. their gaze paid attention towards the computer, bored out of their mind as there wasn't much to do now for some odd reason. they thought back to you. Right. You weren't a supe, he couldn't just go across the campus for a quick stroll and just find you. But you were Indria Shetty's t.a. As much as they hated that Indira bitch, at least they'd find you.

So, up on their ass they were, up to walk a quick stroll....