Right My Wrongs || Jordan Baker [ON HOLD]

m.A.A.d City 《1》

It wasn't very much a special way of looking at things, because Janelle can admit, as her mother left everything behind before they moved to Arizona, so did she. She left her family, her friends, and her innocence. The Davis girl left it all for a mistake her mother made, and she wished she could say she wasn't upset with the life her mother had left her behind. But nonetheless, Janelle was fighting spirit, and yet all the wrong that has allowed to be slipped into her life, all came down to a decision that was made long before she was born.

"I believe, Janelle, that one day, my faith that you will become more and do more than I ever could, will come into play. Either it is from the field in which you now abide in, or the person you choose to spend the rest of your life with. I hope you see that the reason you are standing today is not because of me, but because of the sacrifices you made as well. The strong girl I see, and will forever see will never come near the decisions I once made."

Janelle saw the message that her mother had sent her years ago when she had texted she had made the football team back in Arizona. She hadn't read the piece of text in so long, she thought it was lost or erased, but she found it again today.

The way she looked on to the horizon, as the sun began to lift in the sky was worth the sleepless night, but the pounding headache was sure to remind her of the deprivation of rest for the rest of the day.

After the call the other night from Coop, Janelle could not do anything. She could not think of anything she might be able to do or say, because in every way, the only end she saw was that of her putting herself into a situation she couldn't afford, both physically and emotionally. So for the time being, she made the executive decision, to push down her feelings and thoughts, and hide behind the shadow of her friends and boyfriend.

But, realistically, Jackson had been absent from the girl's life for a few days. She'd call and he'd dismiss her as if she was dust on the ceiling fan waiting to be acknowledged. So, she could say her way of beating herself down, all began with that moment of absence people seemed to be taking from her life.

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"He said that?" Janelle asks through the phone. Jordan had called to tell him of what his grandfather had said to him. Janelle wasn't very happy the teenager went to see his grandfather again. Janelle didn't think Jordan's best place to get advice from was his grandfather, she could tell the man was smart, but he always seemed to have an ulterior motive, and Janelle didn't like the fact that he can take advantage of Jordan like that.  The Baker boy was a naive, kind hearted boy, and she knew that whatever it was, Jordan was going to get hurt.

"Well, not necessarily, but somewhere in between the lines. Look I know how you feel about the man, but he's doing what he can, he never got the chance to have grandchildren, and now, I'm giving that to him." Jordan justified, explaining his thoughts as he put the phone on speaker, changing into his night attire, getting ready for bed.

Janelle smiled, his sweetness melting away at her worries, but just enough to leave some behind. "I hate how you see the good in people, you know that."

"Yeah, well, as my right-hand man, ya gotta deal with it." Jordan joked into the speaker, laying down on his bed.  Somewhere deep inside, his words hurt him, they twisted his heart in a way in which he couldn't express.

"Oh ok, I see how it is. Remind me that next time you get your ass handed to you on the field. Hmm, I could have sworn you were my right-hand man." Janelle joked back, with a pang in her heart. Seeing or even imagining him hurt really pained her in a way in which she felt as though it shouldn't.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Davis. Anyway, Ima get my beauty sleep, you know pretty boys need it to get on their grind." Jordan smiles into the phone as he hears the curly haired girl laugh in her fullness.