"You aren't getting your car." Jordan replied, shoving his hands in his pockets and starting out of the school. "I don't want you anywhere near there." The words were almost growled out through clenched teeth. "I'll have your car waiting outside your Aunt's hair place, okay?"
As they moved out in the sunshine, Fayte glanced to the boy once more. Was there a way to describe how he felt with Vince? Jordan couldn't place it... "So...are you still wanting me to leave you alone, or what?" He finally questioned, licking his lips nervously.