Not a bad photo although she probably hated it. I looked at her smile and felt a warm glow. Then I noticed the grade, sophomore. What? And then the bi...thdate. I did some quick mental math, sixteen. Sixteen? Oh Shit! What school year was it? This Year. Oh my God. She's sixteen! screamed in my mind.I fell back against the wall of the van and stared at the card. Tammy walked up to the open side door and saw me and her backpack on the floor."What are you doing?" in and alarmed tone."Nothing," I. Did you have fun?"She blushed. "Oh, yes." Any regrets?" Not a one," she said. And then she looked at him, and grinned, and held his gaze."Want to go out again Thursday night?" she asked."Absolutely," he said, smiling."Well," she said, "I don't imagine we can do an expensive dinner like that every night. But I'll make you a deal. How about you take me out somewhere I've never been before, but which has *excellent* food?" And if I do?" he asked."And if you do," she said, "I promise that. He kept his hair short and he always had a smile on his face. Jordan was almost in her circle, he was smart and hard-working, but he was practically an honorary Asian guy, all of his friends were either white or Asian. This is not to sound racist its just a term of endearment. They were never right in the same circles, and it both pissed Mai off to no end while also kept her wanting for him all the time. She quickly opened the door to let him in, and nonchalantly asked, Hey Jordan, whatcha. I became suspicious when her work schedule changed and I started to see subtle signals that showed up in my previous relationship. One day I went to log into Facebook on a tablet that we shared and she had forgotten to sign out. I debated over whether or not to snoop into her messages and while respecting her privacy would have been the right thing to do, a sad effect of being cheated on is that it does change you. Her messages were full of nudes, both incoming and out going. She had been.