The Trouble With Love Is You

Chapter Seventeen- The Trouble With Love Is You

<Jordan’s POV>

It’s been two months since the date with Trey and two months since he told me they’d decided to move the trial up. It was today and although I was running late, I couldn’t help but read Jesse’s note a fifth time.

Dear Jordan,

That day you were sitting under the tree made me curious as to why. When you snapped at me, I already liked you… as a friend.

Although I knew you already loved Trey –yet didn’t want to admit it- I asked you out still. I thought of the date only as friends nothing more nothing less. It was selfish of me to come in and out of your life so quick when I had a choice not to.

I’m not actually seventeen. I’m Angie and Krista’s nineteen year old brother. A couple of years ago I had my first girlfriend and she was my world. It wasn’t until year later, I found out she’d been sleeping around.

I don’t just go to college Jordan. I’m what you call a ‘breaker’. I don’t even think there’s such thing but it’s what I call what I do.

Angie called me up a couple of nights ago saying there was a job for me to do. I thought you’d be your normal whore with the short skirt and everything but instead you were… different, more different than what I expected.

You have every reason to be mad, I believe you but Angie isn’t who she used to be anymore. When mum died, she died inside.

I’ve gone back to college I was on a short break but I know when I do come back, we’d have moved back to New York.

I’m sorry about your mother.

Jesse

I still saw Angie and Krista at school around the place but they would walk off giving me the cold shoulder. Mia was still with them tagging along. I’d occasionally see Trey talking to her or Nathan trying to get her to listen.

I tried the school to find an address in the record books since Jesse had been ‘enrolled’ here. When I did arrive there Trey in tow, it was empty. It would have explained a lot of things though. Like how he didn’t ask where I lived because he already knew. Or how at dinner he’d ordered the pasta with no added cheese since I hated it.

So with the trial today and Trey’s final games this Monday that would determine which college he went to, it was really all a hectic rush.

“Turning eighty here,” Trey teased from the door holding out a hand.

I took it biting my lip as he led me downstairs, Danielle was waiting in the hallway with David waiting patiently in smart suits.

“Let’s go then?” Danielle said softly putting an arm around me. She seemed to understand that I was on the verge of breaking down.

It was a closed court but they made exceptions for Trey and Nathan’s family. Paige would have to stay home that meant Aunt Kayla would have to stay with her. Trey was going to sit with me as support although he and Nathan did have a little fight over that.

Seeing her was like seeing a ghost. She’d deteriorated since I last saw her. Shrunken cheek bones and heavy bags along with limp straggly hair made her illness look more frightening. The once beautiful lady in the photos all those years ago was gone.

I sat down in the witness box seeing Pretty Boy, Krista and… Angie. Her face looked scarily dead as she stared blankly into space.

Everyone stood up and I fumbled to do the same my hands sweaty.