She finds room.

Jordan stepped forward, "Can I get in the middle please... Like she said..." Jordan blushed as one of the boys got out the car and stood next to Jordan. He towered over her. She lowered herself in, briefly flashing the driver if he so choose to look. She scooched into the middle and closed her legs. The boy next to her stared with wide eyes at her thin frame. The opening on her shirt was more wide than before, displaying a generous amount of side boob of her petite breasts. She tried not to think about it.

The other boy was a gasp just silently staring at her figure. Her pink nipples were so easily seen through the fabric. Jordan retreated into herself, just wishing the shirt would dry. She settled down and finally looked at what Emily put in her hands. It was a phone. Not her phone but a phone. It was opened IMessage with no recipients. She looked up at the two in the front seat. The driver looked back at her.

"Hey... I'm Bradley. Copilot is Thomas. Brad is on your right. And then the guy with his jaw on the floor is Johnny"

"Brad... and Bradley?" Jordan squeaked out.

"Yeah we're both named Brad." The guy to her right said as he finally got back into the car. Jordan was squeezed tight between the two men.

Thomas spoke up, "And your name??" He laughed. Jordan blushed.

"Jordan."

"Well guys this shouldn't take long, Jerry's is just right down the street." Bradley started up the car.

"Jerrys?" Jordan looked confused, "I thought this was a beer run?"

"Jerrys is the liquor store close to here, I go there all the time." Bradley said backing up out of the driveway. Jordan settled down. This wasn't going to be so bad. Other than Johnny who was incapable of taking his eyes off her. Her running makeup probably didn't help. She looked like a wreck. A really hot wreck. Jordan's breathe spiked as she felt a vibration in her lap. It was the phone. It was a message from an anonymous number. It read:

"What's happening right now? - E"

It had to be Emily. Jordan scoffed. She replied.

"Nothing, we just backed out of the driveway."

"Are you guys going to Jerry's?"

"Yes."

"Good. Text me when you get there. Or else" Attached with that text was the photo of her blowing the uber driver. Jordan shot the phone down to her lap again. Her face red.

"Woah. You good?" Brad asked

"yep." Jordan replied. She shifted in her spot, she could tell the shirt was starting to dry now. Thank god.