Chapter 16

✧ADAM MEADOWS✧

I WASN’T quite sure what I saw on Jazz’s face last night when I told her I had a date. Was it jealousy? Or did I just hallucinate? But why would she be jealous?

My forehead wrinkled in thought, but it quickly smoothed out as I grinned, recalling what happened last night. The raw chicken that fell on the floor just as she was about to leave. She’d stuffed it into a plastic bag and used it to pad her chest.

I still laugh when I think about it. No wonder when we faced each other at the door after I opened it, I noticed something was off about her. Her chest. It was obvious she had stuffed it with something. But why raw chicken breast?

I was dying to ask her last night why she chose that, but I didn’t get the chance because she screamed and ran out, heading home. I understand her, though. Because if I were in her shoes, I might have just hung myself out of embarrassment. But another question in my mind was . . . why did she do it? Was she trying to impress me? Because I ins