Everything about him exuded perfection. And what was even more amazing was that even though he had been surrounded by admirers then, he chose to be be...t friends with her. All of the intelligent and popular people he had to choose from, and he chose Mercy. Quiet, sweet, completely unnoticeable Mercy- and yet Jordan had noticed. He had seen her. And he had pursued a friendship with her. ‘That has to mean something.’ Mercy thought as she closed her locker and turned to him. ‘Right?’ Jordan. Jasmine Cartwright and her friends sat at their own table, pontificating to each other. The blonde was among those girls that lamented and criticized men incessantly for their preoccupation with tits and ass. While they wailed and railed against the reality of male urges, they constantly used magic to enhance their bustlines. Nancy knew that Jasmine hadn't been any bigger than a C-cup her Freshman year, now the girl sported a whopping pair of E-cup melons to do a Pre-Conjunction Stripper proud.. . . . . we met in prison you know’ he said looking down at the floor. ‘you met where?’ I said almost stunned, did he say prison. . . .what the fuck was he talking about. ‘yeah, you know after high school I did two years for possession. Steve was housed with me, he was in for murder until his case got dismissed.’ My brain felt like the motor that controlled it hit the brakes. I had never heard anything about Steve being in prison or getting into any kind of trouble with the law. ‘what. . .wait.. A slight shiver ran through her but a buried stubbornness surfaced as her eyes remained closed. ‘Sam, I’m the one with the hard on, I should be the one refusing to open my eyes!’ He said, his teeth grazing the curve of her neck. She snapped her eyes open. ‘What the bloody hell are you doing?’ She asked, her eyes flashing. He grinned as she shoved herself away from him with such force that she nearly fell off the bed. ‘What’s the big deal? Your overreacting.’ He said reaching out and tucking a.