HUMEROUS
EXCERPT
I don’t
think Jordan even noticed me or Coach Bentley sitting at the table. He went
right for the fridge, chugging milk straight from the carton. I eyed my nearly
empty glass. Gross.
Coach
Bentley looked over the morning paper at his son. “Damn it, Jordan! Put on a
shirt.”
And pants?
Jordan
glared at his dad but snatched a black hoodie from a hook by the back door and
threw it on. Coach Bentley glared right back and turned to me. “Be ready in ten
minutes?”
I
nodded, indicating I was ready to leave anytime, then I returned to watching
YouTube videos on my phone. There was a release move on the uneven bars that I
wanted to learn, even though Coach Bentley probably wouldn’t let me try it. He
was too obsessed with perfection to let me take a big risk. And honestly, I’d
never been a risk-taker until recently. It was like an itch I couldn’t scratch.
Jordan
nudged the gooey eggs around in the skillet, made a face, and reached in a
high-up cabinet, removing a box of sugar-filled cereal. He plunged his hand
right into the box and stuffed his mouth full of fruity pebbles.
What would I have to do to disinfect this
food? Spray it all with Lysol? At least I wouldn’t be eating that cereal,
but who knew what he’d get his hands in (literally) when I wasn’t around to
watch?
I
distracted myself from pointless germ thoughts and went back watching videos
again.
“No
way,” Jordan said with his mouth full.
I
jumped and glanced over my shoulder at him, now standing right behind me.
“What?”
“You
can’t do that.” He pointed to the video on my phone.
“I
know that.” I stuffed the phone in my gym bag and got up from the chair. “I
like to watch videos of crazy moves when I’m bored.”
Jordan
plopped right into my abandoned spot, his disheveled hair looking slightly more
attractive than you’d think it would. He had dimples that popped up when his
mouth wasn’t too full, too. “A crazy move that my dad used to do.”
Now
it was my turn to lift an eyebrow. “Yeah, I heard that, too, but I couldn’t
find a video of him performing it.”
Jordan
tossed his feet up on the empty chair. “Because he tore his bicep doing that
release right before the World Championships and never competed it.”
“That
explains a lot.” Maybe this wasn’t the worst place to be living while training.
It was kind of like a home court advantage.
“Ready,
Karen?” Coach Bentley called from the foyer.
“I’ll
be in the shower in a few minutes,” Jordan whispered loudly. “Just in case you
need to know. Don’t want you to accidently walk in on me. We should probably
post a schedule or put an alarm on the bathroom door.”
I
closed my eyes and turned around, feeling completely mortified.
“Karen?”
“Uh-huh,”
I said, not looking back at him.
“Thanks
for not saying anything. About yesterday…”
Which part? Forgetting to give me a ride or
the girl you were feeling up on the couch last night? I let out a breath.
“No problem.”
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