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Chapter Thirty {Jaguar}

Vancouver was a beautiful island full of lushes trees and amazing wildlife. It was one place I had loved to visit as a child when my aunt and a few cousins had lived here. But after they moved further west those visits came to a stop and we never made a family trip out here after the age of ten.

It was a bummer for me, I loved the big trees, the greenery, the houses. It was a home away from home. Which was exactly why I had bought a house in Vancouver after my first big NHL paycheque. It was just pure coincidence that the ball was being held in my city. Jorden and I had taken the first flight out from Ontario and settled into my studio apartment overlooking the Graduate park. It was a nice space, high white walls with black trim around the window and the large door that led to a decent sized patio.

Sometimes I got homesick though. I missed my mom and dad some days. They still lived in the same house, taught at the same school, and went to the same restaurant every Thursday night. And here I was with a routine that was all over the place. It was routine not to have a routine.

At the moment I was in the bathroom shaving what hair did come out on my face. I was one of that unlucky men that didn't have the luxury of growing facial hair, and what I did grow came out in chunks and just didn't look attractive at all. I looked in the mirror putting aftershave on my face. I was already in my suit, a soft black jacket with a matching black bow tie over a white dress shirt and black matching pants. Something my dad liked to call the penguin tuxedo. I grabbed the mask off the bathroom counter and made my way out of the apartment and into my blue Jaguar that waited for me downstairs in the parking garage. I was living on the twentieth floor, but the ride down into the garage was swift a non-stop trip. It was already ten past seven and I told Jorden I was picking him up at eight, the ball itself started at nine, but the doors opened at eight as well.

My car was the best thing I had ever bought. A dark blue Jaguar C-X75. She was the closest thing to a child that I'll probably ever have. Her doors opened upwards, brown leather seats, and she had all the little things that I loved. She definitely beat out my old Chevy. I'll be paying her off for the rest of my life. But she was worth it.

I made it to Jorden's house just after seven thirty and texted him that I was waiting outside. He lived in a luxury condo, two stories with four bedrooms that he shared with Molly, who worked a few blocks away as a manager at Second Cup.

I was just about to honk my horn when Jorden stepped out of his house, locking the door behind him before he bounced down the steps with a grin on his face. His dark hair was pulled into a short man bun and the ends shaven, he held a purple mask in one hand and his house keys in the other. "This is gonna be amazing!" He shouted when the door opened, sliding into the heated seat.

"Now remember. You promised you'd be on your best behavior ."

"Yes, mom. I'm not going to drink to the point of drunk, and I will not make a fool out of my date. I promise." He said with an eye-roll, it almost struck me as odd how easily he could call this a date. I didn't know what Jordan's sexuality was. It wasn't something men asked other men. And I wasn't just going to blurt out that I was gay. There was no way in hell I would tell him or anyone for that matter.

The only people who knew were from High school, and it was going to stay that way. Well, and of course the couple of one night stands I had. But besides that, it was my secret and it was staying that way.

I focused on the road ahead of me, something that had come easier now with the medication I was taking for ADHA. Something I should have had when I was in school. My parents didn't like to ruin their perfect family views, and as a teenager, I didn't totally understand what was wrong with me. The mind skipping over thoughts, not being able to read anything because I was to busy in my head, having a hard time holding conversations. And of course, there was the learning disability. All of that came to fruition as I entered college. I needed to get a handle on myself so I could participate in school. So the first place I went was a doctor. Who offered me drugs as any doctor would. I was cleared to have medical marijuana, but I didn't like how it made me feel, even with the lower dosage it still calmed me down too much. So I stuck with pills, two a day. Sometimes I would skip it, especially if I was on the other side of the country, or in another country altogether. But mostly I was good for it. I liked to feel in control of my body, and that was something I had struggled with as a kid. Sadly there was no medication for dyslexia. But it was something that was a bit easier to live with.

We didn't really bring it up as a family. I didn't want my parents to feel bad for something they should have helped me with but were to blind to take notice, it wasn't that my parents weren't good people, they just didn't see something they should have and I was at peace with that.

It's not like I was dying and they ignored it.

I was just failing school. No biggy.

My eyes gazed to Jorden every now and then, watching as he either picked at his phone or the cuffs of his jacket. Like me, we wore a black suit, but where my undershirt was white, his was a light blue, and he had ditched the tye and opted for an open collar with a few buttons lose.

I pulled up to the hotel soon thereafter, and as I looked up at the large, almost gold like building I couldn't help but wonder, just what was waiting for me beyond those golden glass doors. 

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