Jordan's face went dark.
In the cafeteria, Debra and the guy were chatting and laughing. The guy was clearly into her.
Jordan marched inside. People noticed him and froze.
He headed straight for Debra and the guy, slamming his books on their table.
They jumped, confused about his action.
Jordan glared at the guy, who muttered nervously, "Your friend?"
Debra stood up. "What's your problem?"
Jordan ignored her and sat next to her. "I'm her brother."
"Oh, hi," the guy stammered.
Jordan warned, "Don't sit so close to my sister. It's pissing me off."
The guy quickly excused himself and bolted from the table.
Jordan scoffed, "What's your taste? Hanging out with a guy like that?"
Debra huffed, "What do you know? He's my high school friend."
"You're a terrible liar. We went to high school together, and I don't remember this guy."
"He was my senior in a club, okay? I'm done talking to you."
He softened and wiped her tears. "My bad. Don't cry."
"Not accepted." She turned away.
"Then what do you want me to do? Name it, and I'll do it, as long as it makes you happy."
"As long as I'm happy?"
"Yeah."
She nodded with satisfaction. "Let me think about it. I'll tell you when I decide."
Jordan sighed in relief.

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