𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞, 𝐨𝐦𝐛/𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧

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Jordan  Baker

Tomorrow was the first day of Junior year, and Jordan should be excited about that, but he wasn't. Apparently, his sister was transferring to Freeridge High School and that was unacceptable.

First off, they didn't even live in Freeridge. They lived in Brentwood. The nice fancy house they lived in was thanks to their mother's salary; she had that lawyer money. Therefore, it made no sense for Olivia to go to school in a completely different area. Plus, everyone knew the history of Freeridge. There was nothing but gang banging, violence, and drugs being sold.

Jordan didn't want Olivia getting caught up in that shit. Especially the drugs part. Not after she had almost overdosed last year. Olivia was finally doing better; she was finally clean. Jordan was going to make sure she stayed that way.

He stormed down the stairs in search of his mother and father. He didn't find his mother. Instead, he found his father and Olivia herself.

Even better.

They looked like they were getting ready to head out. Jordan came just in time. He spoke loudly, making sure his thoughts were heard. "Dad! Why-"

His father turned around, exasperated. "I do not feel like having this same debate with you, Jordan."

"Then listen to me for once. Why is she going to Freeridge High School while I'm staying at Brentwood High?"

"Because your sister insisted, Jordan."

"Plus, dad works there now. I'll be good," Olivia chimed in.

What? His father was also transferring over to Freeridge High? He couldn't do that. He was the football coach at Brentwood High. If he left, Jordan could say bye bye to his dreams.

"What? What about me?!" Jordan complained.

"What about you, son?" Billy fired back, staring at him with sheer frustration. "The world doesn't revolve around you, Jordan. When will you realize that?"

Those words hurt Jordan to the core. He didn't let it show though. He just straightened himself out and looked between them seriously. "So you're both gonna leave, just like that?"

Billy huffed and stepped up to him. "Look, if you're worried about your football season, I'll be replaced and-"

"I don't care about the season, dad!" His tone was so boisterous that it startled the both of them. Olivia shook her head, tired of his constant protesting, while Billy questioned him.

"Then why don't you say what's really on your chest, Jordan?"

So he did. "Dad, you seriously want her to be near those thugs?"

"They're not all thugs," Olivia countered.

"And I told you to watch your mouth, because those thugs won't hesitate to put their hands on you, Jordan," Billy warned.

Jordan shrugged carelessly. "I'm not scared of them."

Billy thought otherwise. He got in his face and said, "You should be."

Jordan was speechless after that. Billy noticed and took that as the end of the conversation. "Let's go, baby," he told Olivia. They both grabbed their stuff, looked back at Jordan, and left. Jordan stared at the now closed door in disbelief.