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obvious. At least he didn’t say “I love you” when they hung up. Although maybe they usually do, but he didn’t want to say it in front of me, since he was afraid I’d go psychotic on him or something. Which I wouldn’t have done. Gone psychotic, I mean. At least not out loud.
    “What are you looking for?” he asks. Although it may be a little too early for them to be saying “I love you” to each other, right? I mean, they’ve only been together two weeks. The thought of Jordan saying “I love you” to another girl makes me feel like I want to throw up. I sit back up quickly, holding the CD.
    “This,” I tell him.
    Then my phone starts ringing, and I ignore it, because:
I think it’s rude to talk on cell phones when you’re in the car with someone, and since I want to reserve the right to give Jordan shit about it in the future, I don’t think I should be hypocritical now.
It’s probably Jocelyn, calling to ask me if I’m okay, and she’s going to ask a million questions, and I won’t be able to really talk to her, because I’ll only be able to give one-word answers, like “yes” and “no” and Jordan will obviously know that we’re talking about him, otherwise why would I be giving one-word answers?
    “I Will Survive” by Gloria Gaynor comes from my phone, and I curse myself for not changing my ringtone before this trip. How ridiculously lame. I search through my bag, looking for the phone, but by the time I find it, it stops ringing. And then starts again.
    “Are you going to answer it or what?” Jordan asks, sounding annoyed.
    “Yeah,” I say, “as a matter of fact, I am.” Which makes no sense, because five seconds ago I wasn’t going to answer it, but that was before “I Will Survive” came out of my phone, and now I want Jordan to think I’m fine, and that I just really like seventies disco music. And I know answering my phone will annoy him, which I really, really want to do. This trip is making me mentally exhausted already, and we haven’t even crossed state lines.
    “Hello!” I say brightly, without checking the caller ID.
    “Courtney?” Lloyd asks, sounding like he just woke up.
    “Hey,” I say, my heart sinking. Lloyd is going to ask even more questions than Jocelyn would have, and there’s no way he’s going to let me get away with “yes” or “no” answers. It’s not that Lloyd is nosey by nature or anything. It’s just that he’s going to be superconcerned about what’s going on with me and Jordan.
    “I thought you were going to call me before you left,” he says, yawning.
    “I was,” I say, “but it was so early, I thought I’d let you sleep.”
    “So how’s it going?” he asks. “Are you in the car?” I push the volume down button on my phone, so Jordan won’t be able to overhear any of Lloyd’s side of the conversation. Who knows what kind of embarrassing things he’ll be prone to say.
    “Um, yup,” I say, “I am.” I glance at Jordan out of the corner of my eye. He’s staring straight ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel.
    “Is he acting like an asshole?” Lloyd asks.
    “Uh, no, not really,” I say, as Jordan reaches over and ups the volume on the CD player by about five notches, making it extremely hard to hear Lloyd over the rap music.
    “It’s probably kind of hard for you to talk right now, huh? With him there and everything?” Ya think?
    “Yeah, sort of.”
    “Okay, well, call me back later. When you’re at a rest stop or something.”
    “I will,” I promise.
    Lloyd hesitates, like he wants to say something else, but then clicks off.
    “Can you please knock it off with the rap?” I say, snapping my cell phone shut and sliding it back into my bag.
    “Was that Lloyd?” Jordan asks, trying to sound nonchalant. He’s never liked Lloyd, mostly because in the spirit of total relationship honesty, I once made the mistake of telling Jordan about the huge crush I used to have on Lloyd. Have. Had. Shit. The