FINALLY!

I finally got around to posting a story, or at least the beginning of one. Hope you all like it! 

The gold and orange leaves tumbled across the concrete while six men in black suits carried the casket that Jordan James’s body would lay for eternity from the church doors to the hearse that would take him to his eternal resting place. Jordan’s obituary said he died in a car accident at the fault of a drunk driver but many people in town were skeptical.

Jordan was the starting goalie for the New Hope Hawks. Recruiters had been knocking on his door left and right and showing up at every home game for weeks. His father had been pressuring him to pursue any of the offers but Jordan didn’t want to.

“Jordan!” Jenny was panting as she ran towards Jordan to catch him before he got to his car.

Jordan looked back at Jenny for a moment and then continued to walk to his car.

“Why did you blow me off on Saturday?” Jenny could hardly catch her breath. “You didn’t answer any of my calls yesterday either. What gives?”

Jordan stopped to let Jenny catch up. He took a deep breath in and slowly exhaled and then turned around to look at Jenny. This was the first time he noticed how her bangs fell in front of her eyes and how she pushed them aside from her eyes. “I didn’t feel like going out after the game.” He put his hand on her shoulder and said, “I didn’t know what to say on Saturday but it’s hard to be sociable after you lose a game.”

“I don’t care about that.” Jenny turned and started to walk away from him. She’d heard the excuses a thousand times.

“Jenny, stop.” Jordan dropped his bags and started after her. “Will you please stop? Come talk to me?”

“You keep fucking up!” She looked away from Jordan and shook her head. “I got to go. Maybe I’ll call you.”

Jordan went back to his bags and picked them up; they felt like a few bricks were added. He got in his truck and sat in the driver’s seat for a moment.  He turned his car on and left the lot, on his way home he turned off and circled the block that Jenny lived on a few times to see if she was home. Her car was there but he didn’t get the guts to stop and talk to her. “Damnit,” he thought.

Jordan parked his car in front of his house. All the lights seemed to be on and there was an odd car in the driveway. He sat in his car for a few minutes before gathering his bags and going in.

“Jordan, is that you?”

“Yes ma.”

“Jordan, will you go upstairs and clean up? We have company.”