Puck (Kickstarting My Heart #3) (COMPLETED)

All I Want Is

By the time school rolled around Monday, I might as well of had a broken nose. It was throbbing so hard that I was starting to get a migraine from it. Not to mention that a bruise had formed under my left eye making look like I had a black eye along with a broken nose. Even with trying to use makeup to conceal it all, it was very visible. I knew Tyler, Nick, and Brice would have a field day with this one, they'd immediately make their own assumptions, no doubt involving Chase, and project those on to the rest of the student body.

Jordan wouldn't even talk to me. He had laughed sarcastically and muttered in Spanish under his breath. I'm sure it was something along the lines of not being able to leave me for three days without having me run back to Chase or get myself into shit.

What I didn't expect was to have Jordan catch Chase in the middle of the hallway, grasping his arm roughly, and saying what he did.

"I'm not even going to ask what happened to her." He made a gesture toward me, "But this is the only class I don't have friends in or eyes on her, and she just happens to share it with that estupido."

Chase didn't look the least bit intimdated, which was surprising since Jordan had a major upper hand both height and muscle wise, and he didn't have a broken leg.

"What?" Chase asked, looking to me for clarification. "Who? Nick?"

It was Jordan's turn to look confused. "She didn't tell you?"

"We've hardly talked. I. . . the day that happened we didn't even talk much. I just let her stay over because of the storm."

Jordan eyed me for a second, almost as if he was going to ask me a question, before turning back to the shorter boy in front of him. "After you almost got her killed, I took her to the skating rink. Nick threatened her."

The angrier Jordan got, the more his accent broke through making it sound almost as if he was speaking Spanglish.

"I'll keep an eye on him." Chase muttered, still looking lost in his thoughts. "Not that there's much I can do."

All I wanted was to sink into a hole. I didn't need babysitters, let alone one that had told me that he didn't want anything to do with me.

"I'll see you later, mi vida." Jordan kissed me quickly, then took my chin between his fingers and scolded me like a child. "Don't do anything stupid, please."

***

We almost escaped Psych without more than looks and whispers from the class. Brice must have talked his best friend into coming back, because Nick sat behind us with a grimace most of the class, only faltering when I turned to look at him and he saw my face.

To my relief, he nor Brice opened their big mouths until about ten minutes before the bell was to ring.

"Do I even want to know what happened?" Brice questioned, looking genuinely concerned. I tried to avoid them, but he kicked the back of my chair until I turned to look at the both of them with a sigh of defeat.

"I was playing hockey with my little brother. Puck hit me in the face, not that it's any of your business."

Chase kept his eyes trained ahead, jaw clenched, awaiting a remark directed at him that we all knew was coming.

"I came to a realization during my week vacation." Nick stated to nobody in particular. "I thought for years I was in love with you, Veronica."