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"You know, I never thought I'd say this, but if I have to go back to Study Hall again today I will projectile vomit." Pogue nodded in agreement, and she gave him a sideways look. "It seems like Linda and Anne enjoyed it quite a bit, though." The boy shuddered, and cast a withering glare at Jordan. They made their way through row after row of parked cars- all new, and expensive- and stopped at his Ducati.

"Caffeination?" Pogue nodded, again, and held out his helmet for her. She shook her head.

"You wear it," he said. "Not like it'd hurt me." She allowed herself a grin as he shoved the helmet onto her head, jokingly rough. Sitting on the bike behind Pogue, Jordan pressed herself against his solid warmth, leaning with him into the turns. Always with him.

Java Jones' sign hung appealing over the store, Jordan felt her mouth water. Pavlov's caffeine addict, she thought to herself. Caffeination Nation.

"Can I have-"

"A regular Red-Eye." Jason, the morning/early afternoon barista, held out a to-go cup with double shot of espresso in medium roast coffee. "Figured you two would come by." The sole coffee aficionados of the five (with the exception of Reid, who liked any addictive substance), they frequented Java Jones more than Reid did strange girls' bedrooms.

"Thanks," the dark-eyed girl chirped.

"Anytime," Jason smiled at her.

"And can I get a-"

"Large Red-Eye." He handed the second drink to Pogue, who smiled. They gave Jason a ten dollar bill, refusing change for the drinks that were $2.20 each. Jordan watched as Pogue poured about eight seconds' worth of sugar in a steady stream. His hidden sweet side, she mused. It was funny, almost, she decided as she drank her coffee with only half-and-half. They sat today in the leather couch in the corner, for once unoccupied. The hole-in-the-wall place sported exposed bricks, and several half-rooms that looked scooped out, indentations in the large square building. It was big band swing in Java this morning and even Pogue nodded his head while Jordan danced her way to their couch.

"Okay, seriously, what's wrong?" Joey had waited for Pogue to down at least half of his drink; caffeine always put him in a better mood. She could see him think for a moment, picking words. He always thought before he spoke, it seemed. Like every word he said was special.

"I dunno. Nothing… just trying not to see Kate. Bad situation." She winced in sympathy. While Caleb and Sarah were still together, dating long-distance since her scholarship had fallen through thanks to a certain AP Hughes, Kate and Pogue, well, they weren't. And it wasn't pretty.

"Want another Red-Eye?" Jordan smiled hopefully, and stood. She was awful at the whole comforting thing. Pogue looked at her, at the slightly crooked right front tooth. It made the tooth next to it come forward, half a millimeter, and it angled slightly inwards. She smiled with her mouth closed, most times, even though you could barely see it- she never did wear her retainers. It was his favorite thing about her, so he smiled back, and nodded.

He regretted it later, though, after their fourth round of Red-Eyes, when Jordan grabbed his hand with her small one. She lifted, leaning back as she tried to use her diminutive form to extricate him from the couch. Remember when you joined Swing Club with me, because I told you Kate loved dancing? That was eighth grade, wasn't it? You were so mad at me… And then her black eyes crinkled up at the corners, smiling eyes, and he stood without thinking. Business Suits and Disaffected Youth watched them together, smiling and amused as the girl with the willowy motions of a dancer urged the shuffling boy move. Jason watched them, suddenly thoughtful. Something was different about them, the two of them together. He wondered how long Pogue had been in love with Jordan; if he even knew he was.

"So, when you and your BFF are having a totally fun sleepover, you pop in:

A) Sleepover- Alexa Vega is awesome and Sean Faris is totally cute!

B) Beaches- nothing makes you love your pals more! Or-

C) The DVD of The Suite Life with Zack and Cody, Season One. Those twins are doubly cute and double trouble!" Pogue shot her a death glare over the magazine rack they were circling.

"A," he said, voice girly and sarcastic. "Sean Faris is sooo cute."

"He is," Jordan replied amiably, and Pogue shook his head as he walked to the new release table in Chaucer's (Your Family Bookstore!). Jordan was still flipping through Quizfest magazine, laughing at the horrifying pictures of twelve-year-old boys attempting to work their "sex appeal." Does your guy pal like you? Or like you? Hmmm…

"Pogue! You are, like, so totally in love with me! Why didn't you tell me?" Pogue glanced up, trying to disguise the naked panic on his face.

"What?" She held up the magazine, and he scowled, relieved. "You seriously need to stop reading those. Do you hear that? It's the sound of your seven remaining brain cells popping." Jordan had walked over to the boy, and she reached forward to cuff the side of his head. She pulled a phone from her pocket, and frowned at the screen.

"We gotta go."

They showed up in the gym less than ten minutes later, speed walking and slightly out of breath. Reid and Tyler were walking towards them, towards the exit.

"Joey- I hate you," Tyler looked annoyed. "I just spent the past two and a half hours playing badminton. If I see another birdie I am going to shove it up someone's ass."

"Oh, thank Reid. His idea." And Tyler did, with a swift kick to the back of the blonde's knee. Both boys stumbled, but Reid merely mumbled Fuck you under his breath and kept walking. She and Pogue made their way to Coach Johnson, unenthusiastic.

Seventy-five minutes of vicious badminton later and Pogue was sporting the beginnings of a black eye, courtesy of Jordan. She still wasn't sure how she'd managed to elbow the taller boy in the eye, but if her sad lack of hand-eye coordination was any judge, he was lucky to escape with just that. They were circling the edge of the indoor pool, trying to cut through the lockers and avoid Johnson, when Jordan felt the ground rush out from under her, and- the pool was cold. She pushed off of the rough pool floor, trailing air bubbles as she rocketed towards the surface like a cork. Gasping, she pushed wet hair from her face.

"You suck."

"Learned it from the best."