Crew

“Wha—what?!” I surged to my feet.

Jordan’s neck was getting red. He clenched his jaw, stiffening. “It’s not like that. It wasn’t like that, Bren.”

Z shot his hand in the air, still grinning. “I always wanted to make out with you, B.”

want to die,” I cried.

“Jordan, you might’ve just saved all you guys, and my sister. Thank you.”

“I did? I mean, hell yeah!” Jordan paused a second. “How’d I do that?”