Chapter 13

Ugh, what a heart breaker :/ But oh my god, Jordan is freaking invincible. Please comment, I love seeing them :)





Chapter 13

Flashback

I snapped my third goal of the game into the back of the net. Nothing could get better right now. We were winning 15-6 in the second half against the Ontario Province Championship Game. The other high school had just resorted to viscious checking, so they wouldn’t be embarrassed anymore than they already were. I briefly looked up at the stands again while lining up for the face off. The whole Staal family was here, minus Mr. Staal who is away to get a sale for some sod. Even Jordan was here, as embarrassing as that was. Jared caught my eye and gave me an enthusiastic thumbs up before waving the sign he made for me. Every time I saw it I couldn’t help but laugh. The center from the other team took the ball and started going down the field. Sally intercepted the pass she made and quickly passed it up to me. I started charging towards goal, making sure to keep the cradle high and close to my head. The next thing I know, the opposing player checked me sending her stick and mine crashing into my head and I went crashing to the field. It was something that’s happened to me a million time, girl’s lacrosse wasn’t exactly a cup of tea. This time though, it was different. It was almost as if it were in slow motion as my foot landed on it’s side before I landed on top of it. A sharp, stabbing pain started from my foot and up my shin. It felt like thousands of needles were stabbing my shin. I rolled onto my back and curled my legs to my body, trying to stop the pain. My eyes started to water, but I forced them shut. No way I would start crying on the field. I started trying to crawl off the field, I hated ever having to ever been helped off. Our assistant coaches, Tyler and Jim, got to me too fast.

“Lay still and straighten your legs out.” Tyler ordered me. I straightened my legs, but pulled myself up to my elbows.
“Just get me off the field!” I begged. I hated being the pathetic little girl who couldn’t get up. Tyler and Jim both took one of my elbows and pulled me. I put my arms around each of their shoulders and we started to limp slowly towards the sideline. I made them stop when I realized my stick was still on the field. I spent my own $150 on that composite stick with the specially made head.

“Luce, my stick.” I shouted.

She shook her head. “You’re crazy.” She didn’t disagree though and handed Jim my lacrosse stick. We got onto the bench and then carefully set me down and propped my foot up. I was too busy paying attention to the game to see what they were doing to it. I felt some one poke it hard and I sucked in deep breath. The trainer frowned and started feeling it and trying to rotate my ankle around. I gripped onto the bench tightly and tried not to wince too much.

“Can you stop?” I hissed.

The trainer frowned. “I’m afraid I think it’s broken. You’ll have to have some one take you to the hospital.”

I groaned. “But a broken foot will make me miss my first two tournaments! And I’m not going to leave until the game is over.” I insisted. The trainer sighed, but didn’t argue with me. He started wrapping up my foot and ankle with several Ace bandages and gave me an ice pack and a few Advils for the pain. It was horrible, watching the team kick butt on the field and not being able to help. The game ended with the score of 18-7. Lucy and Abby came over and made me put my arms around them. I hobbled to center field with their help and stood patiently while they gave us our medals and trophy. I’ve been dreaming about this day my whole life, I never knew it was going to be so painful when it happened. Eventually it was over and I had to make another painful limp back to the sidelines. Mrs. Staal and Eric were standing on the sidelines talking to the trainer.

“I’m her guardian right now.” Mrs. Staal declared.

“Well, I’m pretty sure her foot is broken. She’s going to need to be taken to the hospital to get an x-ray.” The trainer responded.

Mrs. Staal frowned sympathetically at me. “It’s going to be alright Marie honey, we’ll take care of you.” Before I knew what was happening, Eric scooped me up in his arms and was carrying me bridal style.
I turned beat red. “No,no,no. Put me down! I can walk!” I begged.
He laughed. “No you can’t, crimple. Now let’s go to the car.” Eric said. He was still keeping up a fast pace with Mrs. Staal walking besides us. I saw the two blondes and one red head in the car and I remembered who would be in there.
“Hey Mrs. Staal, thank you a lot. But really, I can just take the bus home and call my dad and take him. It’s no big trouble at all. I don’t want to cause you any trouble.” I rambled. Eric smirked at me because he knew exact reason why I didn’t want to get in that car.

“No, of course not. Your father won’t take care of it.” Mrs. Staal said firmly and we reached the car. Thankfully, Jordan was sitting in the shot gun and Marc was sitting in the third row. Eric finally let me down before crawling in the third row also. I got into the backseat and was forced to sit sideways and put my feet on Jared’s lap.
“Marie Antoinette! You okay?” Jared asked.
I waved my hand. “I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt that bad.” Mrs. Staal started driving and Jordan still was staring straight ahead.
“Oh, really?” Jared smirked before banging my bad foot against the window. I hissed and waited until the throbbing stopped.
“Jared!” Mrs. Staal exclaimed. I quickly used my good right foot to kick Jared in the head, causing his head to bang into the window hard.
“Ow! You little mother fucker!” He exclaimed rubbing the back of his head.
“Nice!” Marc yelled before reaching over the back of the seat and clapped me on the shoulder.
“Aw Marie, you know you love me though.” Jared pounted.
I shrugged. “You keep up at this pace and you won’t have a prom date.” I threatened.
Jared scoffed. “Like I don’t have a line of girls waiting to go out with me.”
“You’re lucky I felt bad for you and said yes.” I teased him. We got to the hospital and Mrs. Staal dropped Jared and me at the front entrance. After several hours of waiting and x-rays, they finally but the damn cast on me and gave me crutches. I was out in the hallway with them when I literally ran into Jordan. My heart raced and my pulse quickened when I felt the hard, tone muscles of his abs and his biceps bulging. I inhaled the familiar, delicious sent of him before I snapped back into reality.
“Marie.” He barely acknowledged me, not even looking at me.
“Go to hell.” I snapped.

End of Flashback


I woke up with a pounding headache and my throat dry with a stale taste. I groaned and tried to sit up, but the spinning of my head was too much. I looked down and realized that I was just in a camisole and a pair of underwear. I pulled the covers up over me when I realized I wasn’t alone in the bed. Jordan had rolled over and was now staring at me from his side. What the hell happened last night?

“What’s going on?” I moaned, trying to distract myself about the fact that he was shirtless and his muscles were bulging.

“You kept throwing up last night and crying. I kinda got tired from getting up from my bed to coming here, so I just stayed.”

“You didn’t have too.” I blushed.

“I couldn’t let you die, Scott would have been screwed.” I explained.

“Well uh, what happened to my clothes?” I asked, this morning just getting more embarrassing.

Jordan let out a shit-eating grin. “You just started stripping down. I could barely convince you to keep what you have on on.” He reached over to the bedside table and gave me some Advil and a glass of water.

“I was very out of it. Thanks.” I tried to explain before taking the Advil. Jordan got up to take a shower, but I lied in bed until the throbbing head ache went away. After taking a shower myself, I was actually feeling alright. Advil works miracles. Plus, I was never one to get horrible hangovers. I met Jordan in the kitchen and got a bagel out.

“Let’s go shopping for Scott’s nursery.” I suggested.

“We have to leave for New York tomorrow.” He argued.

“We could finish it today if we worked hard.” I replied.

“Alright,” he said grabbing his keys, “where to?”


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The first stop we made was to Lows. We needed to pick out a paint color for Scott’s nursery. With Jordan having the attention span of a four year old, he got bored and wondered off. I had narrowed it down to a baby blue and a yellow. Jordan came over and snatched the yellow sample out of my hand and put it back. “Hey! I liked that one!” I snapped.

He shook his head immediately. “No, yellow is too much of a feminine color.” Jordan stated.

“It’s a nice gender-neutral color.” I argued.

“We know he’s a boy, obviously.” Jordan retorted. I had already chose blue before he came over, but he didn’t need to know that I was arguing with him because it’s fun to get him annoyed.

“Fine, we’ll do the blue because it’s my favorite.” I stressed. Jordan rolled his eyes, but walked to the paint mixing station. He came back a few minutes later with two cans of paint.

“Now that we have the oh-so-important color we can pick out the furniture.” Jordan mocked me. We drove to the Babies R Us, hoping that no one would be there that early.

Jordan’s POV

I tugged my favorite yellow hat over my eyes more. It was actually the hat that Marie won in a crainshaw machine and then she gave it to me back when we were dating. We headed towards the cribs because Marie insisted that they were the most important. We were both drawn to a classic black one.

“It looks nice I guess.” I commented. I had no fucking idea what I’m doing. The sales manager who I am and what I’m buying and his eyes bulged.

“Is it a safe build though? Is it reliable?” Marie mused.

The sales manager came over. “This is of course the safest build! Miss…?” He asked.

“Miss Haefner.” Marie replied coolly. He reached into his pocket and handed us a scanner. “Scan whatever you want and it’ll come up.”

He paused for a second before hesitantly putting his hand on Marie’s stomach. “Do you know what your expecting?” He asked, all smiles. I snickered, Marie looked like she was about to bite his arm off.

“Yeah. An alien.” She said nonchalantly. The sales manager frowned and removed his hand. “Well if you need help with anything else, let me know.” He said before quickly leaving.

“Marie, you must be nice.” I said laughing.

“You have some one fucking touch your stomach and see if you’re in a great mood.” She snapped irritably.

I shook my head before scanning the crib. I tried doing the same thing with my arm.

“What the hell are you doing?” Marie asked.

“Seeing how much I’m worth.”

She snorted, “Probably nothing.”

I shook my head. “I must disagree. I believe that I’m worth more than this whole store combined.”

“Yeah, maybe your ego is.” Marie retorted. I ignored her comment and we worked together to find the rest of furniture. Overall, we ended up getting the crib, a changing table, and a rocking table. Then Marie got a bunch of baby shit that I had no idea was necessary. Why does it matter what brand of wipes you use to wipe his butt? It was all going to end up the same: with shit on it. She sent me off to do what I did best, pick out toys. I headed straight to the stuffed animals knowing that one good stuffed animal is the key to any good childhood. I picked up a couple penguins and dogs, rubbing them against my face to make sure they were all soft enough. I move onto blankets and one of the things that you hang the baby up in the doorway. They all had such confusing names. I moved to the baby books and what the hell, I picked some up. My baby had to be smart or the guys would never let me live it down. Marie walked over to me, finished with her part of shopping. She raised her eyes at me, but knew me too well to say anything. We checked out and I helped the employee’s drag all of the stuff to the car. Finally, we were able to get into the car and drive away. The load on my shoulders instantly lightened, I hate shopping in public. Marie looked back at all the stuff in the trunk and spilling out into the back seat.

“I think we went a little overboard.” She said giggling.

“Ya think? No, nothing is too good for my boy.” I said proudly.

When we got back to my apartment, we immediately got to work. We painted all afternoon and into the evening. Correction: Marie painted while I sat trying to figure out the damn instructions to put everything together.

“Are you sure you put the crib together the right way?” Marie asked for the millionth time.

“Yes. I’m sure.” I snapped. Marie mimicked my face before going back to painting. Finally, she collapsed onto the floor and wiped her forehead with the back of the hand.

“Thank god, it’s done.” She said. I couldn’t help but laugh, paint was all over her hair and on her forehead.

“What?”

“You just have paint on you everywhere.” I told her.
Marie rolled her eyes. “Don’t make fun of me after I did all the work and you got to sit and try and put things together.”

“I got a battle wound!” I explained holding up the finger I got stuck between two bars for proof.

“Aw, poor baby.” She mocked. The end result of the room was looking pretty nice though.

“I’m gonna hit the sack. Remember, we’re leaving for the airport tomorrow at ten.” I reminded her.

Marie groaned. “Ugh, another early morning.”

“Shouldn’t you be used to early mornings?” I asked.

“I am, but that doesn’t mean I like them.” She said shrugging. I nodded my head to bed, my head buzzing with the though of how Olivia was going to handle living with Marie and Scott.