Falling In Love: Of All The Dumb Luck (On Hold)

Chapter 15

Later that day, I was walking into the locker room to get changed for football practice, Coach calls me into his office, as I'm walking in I see Ms. Montgomery standing in front of his desk. "Hey, Coach. What's up?"

Coach pushes his chair back, stands up and ask Ms. Montgomery, "Can we talk for a minute?" He says gesturing between him and I. "Of course, I'll just be outside," she says walking out the door that leads into the hallway. Coach sits on the corner of his desk and motions for me to take a seat in one of the brown chairs. I took a seat, and he said, "Jared, I get it. You're don't want to talk about Kelsea... But I think you should talk to Ms. Montgomery."

"You can't make me talk to her."

"You're right. I can't make you talk to her, but until you talk to her, you're benched."

I stood up and yelled, "What? You can't bench me, just because I don't want to talk to her!" Then he stood up, and yelled, "But, I can bench you for not performing. Ever since Kelsea died, you've been skipping games and practices, and when you are there you've been off, missing easy passes, and catches. So, until you two talk, you're benched."

"Fine, I'll go talk to her." I said picking up my duffle bag, and after I walk out, I slam door. Down the hallway, I see the door to the gym open and Ms. Montgomery comes out with two boxing gloves in her hands. "Come one." She says walking towards the wrestling room. "What are we doing in here?" She threw the boxing gloves to me, and pointed to the punching bag. "Work off some of your anger."

I gave her a questioning look, then put the boxing gloves on. "So, how's this gonna work?"

"We're just gonna talk, and when you get mad hit the punching bag." She said holding the punching bag steady.

We talked for an hour or two, talking about that day, the accident, how I felt, the funeral and it's

"events" and then how her dad gave me her lettermen jacket, she said that it was his way of trying to move on and realized that with all the things that were going on at home, that she new she was loved and cared about when she died. And when I walked out of the gym it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and for the first time I felt like everything was okay.

As I was walking out of the school I made a decision to go to the one place I never thought I'd let myself go again: Kelsea's grave. The day of the funeral I told myself I'd never go back there, but today I felt free of all that pain.

When I got to the cemetery, I found Kelsea's grave with three red roses, two were bound together with a little note. I crouched down to read the note, it said, Love and miss you, and signed Holly and Jared. I knew that once in a while Holly would have Jake bring her down here. Then, out of the corner of my, I see someone walking my way. I look up and see Ms. Montgomery walking towards me, "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I had a feeling you'd come here. How does being here make you feel?"

"I don't know." I said, she answered, "Yes, you do. Take the brave face of, and really listen to yourself."

I took a deep breath, and with a shaky voice I said, "I feel alone. We did everything together, since before I can remember, and now, I'm here and she's gone."

"And you think it should be you in the ground instead of Kelsea?"

I took a second to think about it, then answered, "No, we should both be here. I've got to go talk to Detective Hunt."

She grabbed my arm, "What?"

"I may or may not have possibly found... the car that hit Kelsea."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and I took it to a guy that her dad works with. I completely forgot about it."

She said, "Okay," and let me go. I run to my car and drive to the police station. When I get upstairs, Detective Hunt walks over to me, "Hey, Jared. I've been meaning to call you. I got a hit on that license plate you gave me. I've got it over here somewhere." He riffling through the papers on his desk the hands me a folder, saying, "Here it is." I opened the file, then everything is black.

For a minute everything is black, and all I hear is a beautiful voice singing a beautiful song. I open my eyes and there she is the beautiful, singing angel.