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together.”
I want to vomit. I storm out onto the porch as they walk up. Chance is in the middle of saying something to Jessie when I haul off and punch him.
“Jordan!” Jessie screams, and jumps in front of me, pushing her flowers into my chest to stop me from reaching down and hitting him again.
“What the hell, Garrison?!” Chance yells.
He gets back on his feet rubbing his jaw and runs his tongue over his bloody lip. He turns to Jessie with accusatory eyes. “You told him what happened between us, didn’t you? Why the hell do you tell him everything?”
“I was upset,” Jessie yells defensively.
“Get the fuck out of here, Jordan! This has nothing to do with you,” Chance barks at me, his blue eyes flared in anger and his dark hair still askew from his fall.
I stare down at Jessie, completely ignoring him. I grab the flowers and shake them. Petals fall to the dirt. “What’s this? He gives you flowers and everything is okay?”
Angrily she says, “My stupid car won’t start. He was at the rink and he offered me a ride. I called you, but you didn’t answer.”
I swallow hard and throw the flowers across the driveway. She doesn’t seem to care.
“So, you forgave him?” I ask with a thick lump forming in my throat. “You’re what, dating him again?”
“What the hell do you care, Garrison? You’re dating Hannah,” Chance pipes in. I swallow down the urge to deck him again.
“Not anymore,” I manage through my anger.
“You broke up with Hannah? Why?” he yells at me. “Is it because Jessie broke up with me? You want my girlfriend! I knew it, you asshole!”
“Asshole?” I turned on him, towering over his five-nine frame. I use my height advantage the way I do on the ice—to intimidate. “You knew I liked her because I fucking told you I did a fucking year ago and you went after her, anyway. You’re the fucking asshole!”
He pushes me. Hard. Chance was never a fighter, not on the ice or off. And neither was I, most of the time. But having feelings for Jessie seems to make both us of do crazy things because I shove him and he shoves me back and the next thing I know, we’re on the ground throwing punches. And then Rose and Jessie are screaming and pulling us apart with more strength than I realized they had.
Jessie hooks me under my arms, grabs my shirt and drags me across the dirt for almost a foot before I hear the neck of my shirt tear. Rose jumps on Chance’s back and wraps her arms and legs around his torso, pinning his arms to his sides.
I pick myself up off the ground, and once again Jessie jumps in between us, facing me as Rose clambers off Chance’s back. She sandwiches herself in between us, facing Chance.
“Oh my God, your nose is bleeding!” Rose squeals at Chance, and starts to drag him back into their house.
I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of frustration, embarrassment and anger. I just get into my car and drive away. Jessie calls after me, but I ignore her. I’m so angry and so…I don’t even know how to describe it. I’ve never felt like this. I want to hate her and I want to love her. I’m an effing disaster.
When I get home, my parents are in the basement den watching TV. They call out a greeting but don’t come up, which is good. I can feel my face swelling near my eye and I don’t want them to see it yet. I need a cover story first.
I head straight to my bedroom. Cole and Luc are sitting on Cole’s bed, video game controllers in their hands. Luckily the sound from the Legend of Zelda coming out of our TV drowns out their voices when they see my face.
“What the hell, Jordy!” Cole yelps and drops his controller.
Luc’s brown eyes get wide and he swears in French.
“Shh! I don’t want to deal with Mom and Dad right now,” I say, and head toward the laundry hamper, looking for a dirty towel I can use.
“You were in a fight?” Cole asks skeptically. “Were you playing pickup hockey or something?”
I shake my head as I pull a
I want to vomit. I storm out onto the porch as they walk up. Chance is in the middle of saying something to Jessie when I haul off and punch him.
“Jordan!” Jessie screams, and jumps in front of me, pushing her flowers into my chest to stop me from reaching down and hitting him again.
“What the hell, Garrison?!” Chance yells.
He gets back on his feet rubbing his jaw and runs his tongue over his bloody lip. He turns to Jessie with accusatory eyes. “You told him what happened between us, didn’t you? Why the hell do you tell him everything?”
“I was upset,” Jessie yells defensively.
“Get the fuck out of here, Jordan! This has nothing to do with you,” Chance barks at me, his blue eyes flared in anger and his dark hair still askew from his fall.
I stare down at Jessie, completely ignoring him. I grab the flowers and shake them. Petals fall to the dirt. “What’s this? He gives you flowers and everything is okay?”
Angrily she says, “My stupid car won’t start. He was at the rink and he offered me a ride. I called you, but you didn’t answer.”
I swallow hard and throw the flowers across the driveway. She doesn’t seem to care.
“So, you forgave him?” I ask with a thick lump forming in my throat. “You’re what, dating him again?”
“What the hell do you care, Garrison? You’re dating Hannah,” Chance pipes in. I swallow down the urge to deck him again.
“Not anymore,” I manage through my anger.
“You broke up with Hannah? Why?” he yells at me. “Is it because Jessie broke up with me? You want my girlfriend! I knew it, you asshole!”
“Asshole?” I turned on him, towering over his five-nine frame. I use my height advantage the way I do on the ice—to intimidate. “You knew I liked her because I fucking told you I did a fucking year ago and you went after her, anyway. You’re the fucking asshole!”
He pushes me. Hard. Chance was never a fighter, not on the ice or off. And neither was I, most of the time. But having feelings for Jessie seems to make both us of do crazy things because I shove him and he shoves me back and the next thing I know, we’re on the ground throwing punches. And then Rose and Jessie are screaming and pulling us apart with more strength than I realized they had.
Jessie hooks me under my arms, grabs my shirt and drags me across the dirt for almost a foot before I hear the neck of my shirt tear. Rose jumps on Chance’s back and wraps her arms and legs around his torso, pinning his arms to his sides.
I pick myself up off the ground, and once again Jessie jumps in between us, facing me as Rose clambers off Chance’s back. She sandwiches herself in between us, facing Chance.
“Oh my God, your nose is bleeding!” Rose squeals at Chance, and starts to drag him back into their house.
I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of frustration, embarrassment and anger. I just get into my car and drive away. Jessie calls after me, but I ignore her. I’m so angry and so…I don’t even know how to describe it. I’ve never felt like this. I want to hate her and I want to love her. I’m an effing disaster.
When I get home, my parents are in the basement den watching TV. They call out a greeting but don’t come up, which is good. I can feel my face swelling near my eye and I don’t want them to see it yet. I need a cover story first.
I head straight to my bedroom. Cole and Luc are sitting on Cole’s bed, video game controllers in their hands. Luckily the sound from the Legend of Zelda coming out of our TV drowns out their voices when they see my face.
“What the hell, Jordy!” Cole yelps and drops his controller.
Luc’s brown eyes get wide and he swears in French.
“Shh! I don’t want to deal with Mom and Dad right now,” I say, and head toward the laundry hamper, looking for a dirty towel I can use.
“You were in a fight?” Cole asks skeptically. “Were you playing pickup hockey or something?”
I shake my head as I pull a