Heather was leaning against the car window.
"Thanks Mickey, for everything."
"No... problem," said Mickey confused. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. She smiled.
"What the hell was that?" asked Mickey.
"A token of my thanks."
"Well, could you just... lay off? I have a girlfriend... you know."
She grunted and walked away. He closed the window and looked at me.
"That big bitch!" I screamed. Jordan was still in the backseat looking out the window with big eyes.
"Calm down, baby," said Mickey, "I don't even like her. She's not nearly as hot as you... no offense Jordan."
I took deep breaths. I forced myself to smile.
"There's my girl," said Mickey. He kissed me.
"Jordan?" said Mickey glancing in the rearview mirror.
"What is wrong with your girlfriend?"
"That's what I've been asking myself. Something is wrong. I don't know what I did, but I should tell her I'm sorry."
"She's jealous," I said, "of the other girls you talk to."
"Then why is she hitting on Mickey?"
"I don't know," I said gritting my teeth.
Mickey dropped Jordan off. In the car, before Mickey dropped me off. He was smiling at me.
"You're jealous..." he said teasingly.
"I am not!" I said.
"Yes you are."
"Okay, fine. It obviously bothered me. You're mine. And don't you forget it."
I smiled and kissed him, before I got out of the car.
"Hey, baby. I love the way you love me. And I love you, soooo much. And I know you knew that."
He smiled. I smiled back.