All Signs Point to You Part Two, Navaura Campbell [best novels for students .txt] 📗

the letter, not really saying anything, just staring. She glanced back down at the letter, and then put it aside.

When she opened the silver box, she gasped out loud. Jordan's jaw dropped and he just stared. Denise felt the pounding in her heart. This was too much. Closing the box, she pushed it toward his hands, "I can't take this."

"She gave it to you." He shoved it back at her.

"But she's your mother, Jordan. Your mother. "

"And yet, she gave this to you. You take it." He shoved it back at her.

Denise looked up into his eyes, "I can't take that Jordan. We haven't even graduated high school. I do believe in the possibility of us being married one day, but right now? I am not sure this is a wise thing to accept."

Jordan sighed and grabbed her around the shoulders. He placed a kiss on her cheek, " She chose you to give it to Denise, that says a lot when coming from my mother.”

“Maybe so, but it's just too much.”

“Maybe on your wedding day you can wear it as something old.” He quirked.

Denise laughed at this, “You are such a nerd. What if I don't end up marrying you? You still want me to wear it on my wedding day?”

Jordan laughed, “Would your husband minded if I took it off and accidentally brushed my hands against your neck?”

Denise pushed at him. “Jordan!”

Jordan laughed, “I'd probably end up kidnapping you for myself if you married someone else Denise.”

Denise laughed, “I can see it now, Bride kidnapped at her own wedding by a tall dark and handsome stranger.”

Jordan laughed, “Hmm, hopefully that wouldn't have to happen though.”

“Why's that?”

He stared into her big brown eyes, “Because I've already got special plans for you myself.”

“Do you now.”

“I do.”

“Does that mean I should feel lucky?”

Jordan smiled sweetly at her. “You should feel very lucky.”

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Fifty Three

 

Prom Night:

The prom had been seen as the highlight of every graduating teen's life. It was the event that all students, at-least Juniors and Seniors were looking forward to. So, the night that Jordan had picked Denise up, she was wearing a peppermint green knee length dress, that flattered her curves in the way that cinched at the hips and bust line. The bottom flared out a little, the back shaped by her backside. She wore white open toed heels with ankle straps around them. She wore her hair pressed out straight, going past her shoulders and flipped underneath at the ends. Her makeup consisted of lip-gloss with a small touch of lip-liner and eyeliner to enhance her coffee bean colored eyes.

Jordan was dressed equal to her, but in a debonair type fashion. She'd never seen him look so good in a tux before. His dark green eyes simmered with joy at being able to go to the prom. He matched her outfit with a Black tux, mint green dress shirt underneath and matching shoes. The colors complemented his dark olive tone, black hair and did wonders for his emerald eyes. It brought out a new color Denise didn't know existed. She stared at him, her eyes unable to rest anywhere else.

He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, trying to push away the swift motion of desire that passed over him. He cleared his throat and took out the crassage he'd bought, a pink rose colored one. Denise watched him tremble slightly as he pinned it to her.

"Hey, don't stick me with that." She teased, her eyes playful. This caused him to smile, "You look beautiful, De-De." She smiled, "So, do you."

He laughed, "Awww, how sweet of you."

She giggled, "Come on, Jordan, you know what I mean."

"How long's it going to take you to pin it on her?" Their flirting was interrupted by her mother's inquiry.

"Almost got it," Jordan stated as he clasped the pin together. Denise turned around and he grabbed her hand, pulling her fingers through his. She put her other hand on his right arm. Her mother, giddy with excitement, stepped toward them with the camera and began snapping pictures. When she'd finished, Denise glanced up at Jordan and giggled, "Crazy with the camera, huh?"

Jordan nodded. "You're the first prom experience she's having."

Just then, a light flashed, letting them know another one had been taken. They looked at her. "Mom!" Denise whined.

"Aww, come on baby, this is your big night. I want to have something to remember."

Denise laughed, "Alright, whatever."

Jordan glanced at his watch. "We, have to go, Mrs. Richards.

"Y’all have fun. I know not to expect you back till late, I remember my prom. I was..."

"Renee, let the kids go. They'll end up missing their event if you keep talking." Mr. Richards stated, turning a page of newspaper.

"Garrette, Don't you remember your prom?" Mrs. Richards inquired, directing her attention to him.

"I'd rather forget it." He stated.

"Aw, you're just mad because Jonathan Coulter beat you out of prom king." Mrs. Richards stated.

Mr. Richards put the paper in his lap. "He rigged the votes. He had it in for me from day one." Mr. Richards stated. Mrs. Richards laughed, setting the camera down, seeming to forget about the kids.

Jordan and Denise both took this opportunity to leave, knowing that Mr. Richards was in for a long conversation about both their proms.

Together, his hand in hers, they escaped their way to the car. Denise giggled as he opened the door for her. "They're crazy, huh?"

Jordan smiled, "They're funny."

Denise got into the passenger seat, pulling her dress away from the door. Jordan closed it and walked over to the other side. As he got in, Denise was buckling her seat belt. "I guess that's what happens when you're married."

He grabbed his buckle and fastened it over his lap and shoulders. Glancing over at her with a smile, he said, "That's what happens when you're in love and married."

Denise nodded, her thoughts forming the idea of her being Mrs. Williams. Quickly, she dismissed the thought. Her career would be first and then she'd think about marriage. Inhaling softly, she laughed, "I am so excited, Jordan."

"I know."

"Amerie said she'd meet us in the parking lot at the school and we can walk in together."

"Poor Amerie, I didn't want her to go by herself." Jordan stated, starting the car and pulling away from the curb.

"She's not." Denise stated, a smile on her face.

"No, who's she coming with?" He inquired, stopping at a stop sign before continuing on.

"A guy she met at some concert she went to a month ago."

Jordan raised a brow. "A guy she met at a concert a month ago?"

Denise nodded. She says it was love at first sight."

Jordan laughed. "What's his name?"

"She wouldn't tell me."

"Oh."

Denise flipped her hair over her shoulder. This was going to be one hell of a night, that she'd make sure of.

When Jordan and Denise got to the school, they parked on the south end of the building, where Amerie had instructed them. Upon getting out, they spotted A girl leaned up against a guy with short cropped hair. They called out to Amerie, to make sure that it was her. The girl turned around, came close to them, and said, "Hey, you guys, I'd like to introduce you to..."

"Nate."

"Jordan?" Nathaniel- stepped closer into the light, glancing at him. A smile on his face, "Dang man, it's been, what, forever?"

Denise and Amerie glanced at each other. Then at the two guys.

"Yeah, man, How have you been?" Jordan inquired, his gaze upon him.

"Good."

"Oh yeah? You looking healthy and stuff."

Denise cleared her throat. Jordan turned his attention to her. "Oh, Nate, this is Denise." Denise held her hand out to him. He grasped it. " Vous estes belle fille noir."

Denise giggled, not really understanding what he said, but found it really hot. Nate reached down and kissed her hand. Jordan pulled her closer to him. "Ok, lay it on thick Nate."

Nate laughed, and said in English, "All I said was that she was a beautiful black girl."

Jordan kissed Denise's temple. "She definitely is." Denise smiled, feeling euphoric. She put her arm around Jordan's waist.

"Hi, Amerie, we didn't forget about you over there." Jordan stated, waving. Amerie stared at him through big opal colored orbs. "I'm just trying to figure out how you and my Nate know each other."

Nate laughed and grabbed her hand. "He used to date my sister."

Amerie looked over at Jordan. "I thought Denise was the only girl you ever dated?"

Jordan shook his head, "There's a lot you don't know. Maybe Denise will like to sit down with you and tell you later, but right now...." He pulled Denise away from the car and toward the school. "We are missing our prom."

Denise wrapped her arms around Jordan, as Tony Braxton's famous ballad, Unbreak my heart played over the loud speakers. He laid his head on hers and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her body close to his.

After the prom closed down, Amerie invited Jordan and Denise to go clubbing with her and Nate. Although Denise didn't feel like going, she did, just so Jordan could see what it felt like to go. When they got to a club called the Underground, they handed their I.D.'s to the doorman, who handed them back after a severe inspection. His gaze lingered over Jordan and Denise, and then he said, "Y’all better not be illegals."

Jordan shook his head. "We're eighteen man."

He sighed and allowed them entrance into the club. Destiny's Child song Jumping, Jumping was playing. Jordan glanced around, feeling an adrenaline rush like never before. He pulled Denise out on the floor, "Let's dance."

Denise stared at him amazed at first, but quickly got into the grove as they began an old song-sweet dreams- by the Rhythmic s'. Jordan seemed to like this better than the destiny's child cut, because he danced like crazy to it. The funny thing was that he didn't really have any particular way of dancing, so while he was on beat, there was no technique. Denise couldn't help but laugh.

Sometime around an hour into the clubbing, Denise took a seat. She'd been dancing for quite a while, and although Amerie and Nate showed no signs of stopping any time soon, she was exhausted. Sighing, she put a hand up to her face and watched them. Their energies seemed to fit together. She had danced with Nate and found that he actually exuded energy when he moved. She laughed at this.

"What's so funny?" Jordan came back to the table with a couple of drinks. Denise grabbed hers and sipped it. It had a sweet flavor to it. "What's this?"

"A strawberry melt. It has the lowest alcohol content in it."

Denise sipped it again. "It's really good."

You should enjoy it. It has a mixture of fruit and juice, with a five percent alcohol content."

Denise glanced at his drink, "What's in yours?"

"Mine has a higher alcohol content in it."

Denise narrowed her brows, "What do you mean higher? You have to drive me home and I want to get there in one piece."

"I know that. I'm not trying to get drunk. I'm really thirsty." He stated, looking her in the eyes.

"Jordan, I don't know."

He licked his lips, "I need a break, Denise. I need a freaking break. I'm tired."

He said this with such ferociousness, that Denise dropped the subject.

Denise laughed as they stumbled into the house. Jordan put a hand up to her mouth, "Shh, people are asleep." He half whispered, half slurred.

Denise put a hand up to her mouth, to cover another giggle. "I'm sorry. You're right."

This time, he laughed. Denise covered his mouth. "You're going to wake up my mom and step dad. They sleep underneath the stairs."

For some unknown reason, this struck her as funny. She laughed and then continued on into the house and up the stairs. When they got to the door of her bedroom, Jordan whispered, "I'll tuck you in."

Denise laughed, "I don't need you to tuck me in, I'm a big girl." She