“Fishing?” I ask her, because this question comes up near daily. Some of it is because she wants Jordy and I to be together. The rest is because she still hasn't decided to join the Pack yet. Officially, at least. And the time is coming when she has to make that decision. Rafe’s dad is giving her until graduation.
She shrugs. “Maybe. Can you blame me? It’s been a month and I don’t know, it’s weird.”
My brows furrow. “How is it weird?”
“Haven’t you noticed Jordy’s been acting strange?”
I shrug my shoulders, not really sure what she’s getting at. He seems like the same old Jordy to me.
“When was the last time a girl gave him her number?” Isa questions.
“I don’t know. Probably yesterday.” Which sucks, but it's probably the truth.
“Nope. It’s been at least three weeks.”
My eyes narrow. “And you know that how?”
“Because the last time a girl gave him her number, he had Meiying copy it down and give it to every boy in the school. Meiying might have taken things a step further than Jordy intended by also giving it the the Boudas telling them all to send a dick pic to that number but—”
I snort and apple flies out of my nose.Ow. Gross. Ow.
“That is disgusting.”
“Shut up. You’re the one who made me laugh.” I clean up my mess and set my apple aside. “Okay, keep going.”
She quirks a brown. “Oh, never mind. You’re not really interested anyway, right? It’s not like you want Jordy or anything.”
“Isa,” I growl in warning.
She rolls her eyes. “Right. So anyway, it's public knowledge now that if you give Jordy your number when he didn’t ask for it, every guy at Hellbound High is going to get it, including the freshman. Penelope Reese had to change her number because the dick pics would not end.”
“Why would he—”
“Oh, and prom is next month.”
“Really?” Prom wasn’t really something I was keeping track of.
“Yep. He’s been asked at least eight times that I know of. He’s said no each time.”
“He’s probably just waiting for a better offer,” I joke, even as my chest tightens. The thought of him going to prom with anyone else makes me sick to my stomach.
Now it’s Isa’s turn to snort. “You’re kidding, right?”
I shrug. “What?”
“You know how he feels about you, Jo.”
I shake my head. “It’s not like that. We agreed—”
She huffs out a breath. “Did you though? Did you both agree, or did you decide?”
“We agreed,” I say, but I’m not so sure now. “At least, I thought we agreed.”
“You’re not dating either,” she reminds me.
“I don’t have time to date. I have César and work and—”
“And Jordy?”
