"Shitty piece of shit," I huffed, staring at the overloaded contents of my bag. The zip wouldn't close, so I was going to have to carry something. I picked out a folder and a text book, swinging the heavy bag over my shoulder and hugging my coursework and Criminal Justice textbook to my chest. I exited the now empty classroom and down a packed corridor scattered with impatient students wanting to fulfill their hunger.
Thank God I finished at lunchtime on Fridays. In fact I was more thankful that this was the last term of my final yer. I'd just about had it with University altogether. It was near impossible to find an internship that required a Criminal Justice degree. I had no idea where to start which irked me. The other matter which pissed me off considerably was the stares I got from other students around campus. I tended to keep to myself a lot unless Jay decided to rarely turn up to Uni if he could be bothered.I never spoke to anyone, only if I really had to and that's the way I preferred it. But as of late, you would've thought that I was an animal in a zoo, the ogling I received was unbelievable. It was mostly lads who'd point, stare and whisper something to their mate, yet there was always some girl with perfect hair, perfect eyebrows and perfect makeup (albeit, terrible fake tan) that would give me that look of hatred as if they somehow had a higher status than myself. You didn't need to be a mind reader to know that they were thinking something along the lines of "she's too nerdy to be a 'WAG'".
Ugh, 'WAG'. What a stomach churning and degrading phrase. I always slammed the newspaper or magazine I was reading shut whenever I saw my name associated with that title. Of course, I knew that was what I was, a wife or girlfriend of a footballer. Nonetheless I still hated it. I didn't want to be known as a luxurious lady who went out shopping every other day and spent her husband's money on expensive designer brands. As tempting as that lifestyle sounded, all I wanted to be was myself. I wanted to be known as Jordan Henderson's girlfriend. I didn't want to live up to some trashy stereotype. I'll admit that not all were like that yet I bet you most were. And I'd be lying if I said I want to be all glamorous and fancy, because that's not me in the slightest. So what if I'm a nerd and I work at Starbucks and I like to lay on the couch and play FIFA for days on end?! That is Bea Travis. Deal with it.
I scowled to myself as I passed two lads sat on the bonnet of the car parked next to my Audi. They were gazing at it with satisfaction.
"Is that Henderson's Audi?" one of them, a Scouser, asked me. I side glanced as I zapped open the car boot.
"No," I huffed, throwing my possessions in and slamming the boot shut. Before they could tackle me with more questions, I jumped into my car, pounding the door closed. Like I wanted all this attention anyway. I know they were fellow Liverpool fans, yet if you had to put up with this borderline harassment for nearly a year now, you'd be pretty pissed off too!
Yet now I knew my troubles would be whisked away as I took the turning to my old apartment. I knew Lexa would cheer me up for definite.
This had become a regular occurrence every time I made my way out of John Moores every Friday. Every time I finished Uni for the week, I'd go visit Lexa for a few hours seeing as she was 7 months pregnant, it wasn't the best for her to travel long distances seeing as she was carrying double the amount of weight a normal pregnant woman would.
As for the rest of the gang, a lot of things had changed. Dylan had finally been given his big break in the LFC senior squad. New manager Brendan Rodgers had been happily convinced and impressed by his progress with the Youth team and had therefore been more than pleased to promote him. Now my baby brother was playing alongside Luis Suarez and Steven Gerrard in a left wing position, coming up against teams like Manchester City in the Premier League and Real Madrid in the Champions League. It was heartwarming to know that every time he pulled on that red jersey, tapped that world renowned 'This Is Anfield' sign and stepped onto the the turf to a thunderous roar from the Anfield faithful, I knew that he was living his dream at the club we both cherished so dearly in our hearts.
However, the light Aaron held in his heart to grab his golden opportunity in a Reds shirt had faded somewhat. He'd been given a spot on the bench in a League Cup game against Lincoln City yet competition for goalkeeping places in this team was fierce. Pepe Reina had been on top form recently with 10 clean sheets in his last 15 games. Then there were second and third choice goalkeepers Brad Jones and Doni. But Aaron was a fantastic future prospect for LFC; he just needed the experience. That's why the manager had sent the lad out to QPR. That way, he was closer to home and a 6 month loan spell would do him the world of good.
I let the window down and embraced the chilly February air. You'd have thought that by now I would've stopped pining for Jordan on days where he was training for an upcoming game but thus far, I hadn't. I was proud of him because of his achievements yet I still wanted to spend all of my free time with him which just wasn't possible. I admired the diamond encrusted engagement ring on my left hand, everything about the twinkling silver reminding me of my Mackem.
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"Still bed bound?"
"Yep. It sucks so much. Like all I get out of bed for is if one of the devils is kicking at my bladder," Lexa shifted herself so she was now sat up. Her dyed red hair was going black at the roots as she pulled it back into a ponytail.
"I got you a present though!" I grinned, rifling through my bag.
"If it's not a new uterus, I don't wanna know," Lexa jokingly asked yet she had no humorous expression on her face.
I then pulled two mini Liverpool jerseys from my bag and her face lit up immediately. On the back of them both the midnight black away shirts were the names Downing and Gerrard.
"They're beautiful!" she squealed, taking the Gerrard one and admiring it. "Should I name the twins Steven and Stewart Junior?"
"That would be a little bit creepy. Stick with the original names," I nodded. It had taken literally months for Lexa and Stewart alike to agree on two names that they were both content with. In the end they'd both settled for Mason and Ryan, although we all knew Lexa would end up changing her mind.
"Is Jay bringing the Indian takeaway?" I asked as Lexa folded up the Gerrard shirt.
"Yes," she nodded. "Thank you for these by the way. I love them."
As for myself, Lexa and Jay, the bonding we'd achieved over the past 5 months or so was incredible. Of course we were close before yet the three of us had never been much of a trio. Jay had so much free time on his hands now due to LFC cutting his hours so he only worked as a steward whenever the club rang him up and asked him to come and overlook a game. And the fact that only part of the time he turned up to Uni resulted in him playing on the XBOX all day, visiting Lexa or searching for another job- yet failing miserably.
"Decided on a date for the wedding then Mrs soon-to-be Henderson?" Lexa wiggled her eyebrows and tentatively rubbed her over sized belly.
"Not too sure. You need to give birth yet!" I laughed, taken aback. I didn't want to rush things, not just yet.
"Don't worry about these two," Lexa waved a hand. "You need a beautiful dress and I wanna be there when you get it."
"We better do it soon before you pop,"
"Derogatory!" she mock gasped and we both chuckled until Lexa had to struggled herself up and out the room to use the toilet. Oops.
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Hello :) sorry about not uploading in a while, I've lost the will to write :/ but I conjured this and thought I'd put it up coz Jordan scored when I went to Anfield the other day and I nearly cried :''''')
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Fanfiction[A Jordan Henderson/LFC Fan Fiction] (Story 3). Life seems swell for LFC fanatic Bea; she supports the best football club in the world, has thee greatest and most supportive family you could imagine and, oh, a prestigious young England midfielder as...
