Jordan got used to standing behind Debra.
She was smart but careless.
She'd walk straight past obstacles on the road, too lazy to go around. He would clear them for her almost instinctively.
As Andrew said, it was their way of getting along. It was all a habit.
But Jordan didn't like the idea. His actions weren't much different from some desperate guy chasing a girl.
He slammed his fist on the desk.
Barton walked in and bumped into the scene. "That's Mr. Andrew Potter's new desk."
Jordan pulled his fist back, embarrassed. "Uh, I just remembered I've got homework. Gotta go."
He bolted out of the room.
Barton blinked. "Isn't Mr. Jordan Potter just in college? Homework already?"
"He's not great at lying," Andrew said calmly. "Probably in love."
"In love?" Barton mused.
He hadn't seen Jordan with any girl he liked.
Andrew didn't explain, but he understood Jordan's panic. That was what a lovesick person looked like.
Back in his room, Jordan's mind raced.
But then it hit him. "Wait. He is my brother."
"He is. And in a few years, I'll be your sister-in-law. He told me not to wrestle with you," she smirked.
Jordan's anger flared up again. "Are you here to apologize or to mess with me? Get out! I don't wanna see you."
He pushed her out and slammed the door.
Debra shouted, "Hey! I wasn't done talking."
"Who cares?" Jordan locked the door, ignoring her banging.
He made up his mind. From that day on, he was done being Debra's shadow.

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