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She takes a long sip, her eyes closing for just a moment as if the cold fizz is washing away the weight of the world.
I’m still hanging back, hands shoved in my pockets, feeling like an intruder even though I have every right to be here.
It’s not that I don’t belong here—I’m just walking on eggshells trying to see how things are going to be since Jordyn’s just gotten home.
“Poison,” I nod in greeting, trying to keep things casual.
“Hey, Bama,” she replies, her smile softening as she looks between me and Jordyn. “You guys need anything else?”
“Go ahead and get me another seltzer while you’re at it.” Jordyn says, her voice a touch steadier now.
She gives me a small, forced smile, and I hate how much pain I see there.
The clubhouse should be a sanctuary, but right now, it’s just something else Jordyn has to deal with.
Nova’s arms wrap around Jordyn from behind, catching her off guard.
Jordyn stiffens and grimaces, letting out a pain filled groan. “Fuck,”
“I’m so excited you’re back!” Nova exclaims, squeezing her tight. “It’s felt so weird with you being in the hospital.”
“First of all, don’t grab me like that. I’m still in a lot of pain,” Jordyn pulls away, eyes narrowing. “Secondly, why didn’t you come see me in the hospital, Nova? I thought both of my sisters would come see how I was doing.”
The air crackles with tension. I can tell Jordyn’s pissed, and Nova’s about to get the brunt of it.
“Jordy, I—” Nova starts, but Jordyn cuts her off.
“Kat flew all the way up from Vegas to check on me,” she snaps. “You couldn’t even come a few miles. Tell me how fucked up that is.”
“Listen, it’s not that simple,” Nova pleads, her face contorting with frustration. “You know how things are?—”
“Fuck off, Nova,.” Jordyn’s voice is ice cold.
She turns back to her seltzer, ignoring her sister completely.
Nova stands there, looking like she’s been punched in the gut.
She opens her mouth to say something, then thinks better of it and walks away, shoulders slumped.
I glance at Jordyn, who’s gripping her drink like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded.
Damn, I’ve never seen her this angry.
“Everything okay?” I ask, knowing full well it’s not.
She doesn’t answer, just takes another long sip of her seltzer, staring into the distance like she’s trying to hold herself together.
“Guess not,” I mutter to myself, feeling the weight of whatever the hell is going on inside her.
I watch Jordyn’s fingers tremble as she lifts the Smirnoff seltzer to her lips.
Her eyes dart around the room, avoiding mine. Finally, I muster up the courage to speak up. She’s been too quiet the last few minutes.
“Jordyn,” I say, my voice low but insistent. “Are you good?”
She takes a deep breath, and I can see the struggle in her eyes.
She swallows hard, setting the seltzer down with a clink that sounds louder than it should in the crowded clubhouse.
