Jordan will you be the one Staal
Scrapper
The brother’s were home for the summer and I flew back to Thunder Bay, Ontario to visit them. I knocked on the door. Why is it locked when they’re home? Jordan open the door. The blood was dripping onto the porch. This sucks! I had to drive home bleeding, and now I’m locked out.
The door swung open. Jordan just stared at me with his mouth open.
“Ember, what happened?” he asked.
“Blake happened.” I said.
“Did you guys fight?”
“Yes.”
Blake and I weren’t a couple, no worries there. Blake was just a guy who didn’t like Jordan Staal. He hated Jordan and tried to hurt him, actually that was an understatement. He was too big of a crybaby to go after Jordan so he just came after me. I didn’t really mind though. He was 6’ 4” just like Jordan.
My name is Ember Mason. My age is 20. My best friends are the Staal’s. I’m the fighter, the scrapper, the one who would take anyone to protect her friends. I get underestimated because I’m not that tall. I mean 5’ 8” isn’t tall compared to the brothers. I’m was a foreign exchange student from Sydney, Australia.
“About…”
“He was going to attempt to fight me again anyways.”
“You won right?”
“Isn’t that always how it goes? Anyways do you have some ice?”
“Yes, come in.”
Jordan’s mom, Linda, walked down the steps.
“Ember?!” she gasped.
“I’m fine Mrs. Staal.”
“What happened?”
“Another fight.” Jordan answered.
“Mrs. Staal I’m sorry if I get blood on the floor.” I said.
“Please call me Linda and it’s fine dear. I just would love for you to go home in one piece.”
“Me too.” I said with a smile.
Jordan lifted me up onto the counter and put peroxide on a Q-Tip and dabbed at my lip. It stung but I kept a straight face.
“Doesn’t that hurt?” Jared asked, peeking from behind the corner.
“Yes.”
“Sorry.” Jordan mumbled.
“I’m kidding, it stings but I’m not dying.” I said smiling.
“Did you win?” Marc asked coming into the kitchen.
“Don’t I always. Yeah I won.”
“Did you beat the crap out of him?”
“Of course. Nobody messes with my brothers.”
“Mom how does this look?” Jordan asked.
“Looks like stitches to me.” Henry said. I didn’t even notice him walking in.
“I’ll be fine.” I said.
“After you get stitches, let’s go.” Linda said grabbing the keys.
Two hours and 9 stitches later I was sitting on the couch at the Staal’s house.
“You‘re only here for how long and you already are in a fight?”
“Are you surprised?”
“Nope, not at all.” he said smiling.
“So how are you and Hailey?”
“Done.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
“I’m ok. Don’t worry, you didn’t hit a nerve.”
“I was afraid I would hit a nerve.”
“Fists is showing some passion?” Jordan asked laughing. Fists was my nickname.
“May-be.” I said smirking.
“How are your mom and dad?” he asked.
"Good." I said.
"How's Chase?" he asked.
“I guess you didn’t hear.” I said looking down.
The door swung open. Jordan just stared at me with his mouth open.
“Ember, what happened?” he asked.
“Blake happened.” I said.
“Did you guys fight?”
“Yes.”
Blake and I weren’t a couple, no worries there. Blake was just a guy who didn’t like Jordan Staal. He hated Jordan and tried to hurt him, actually that was an understatement. He was too big of a crybaby to go after Jordan so he just came after me. I didn’t really mind though. He was 6’ 4” just like Jordan.
My name is Ember Mason. My age is 20. My best friends are the Staal’s. I’m the fighter, the scrapper, the one who would take anyone to protect her friends. I get underestimated because I’m not that tall. I mean 5’ 8” isn’t tall compared to the brothers. I’m was a foreign exchange student from Sydney, Australia.
“About…”
“He was going to attempt to fight me again anyways.”
“You won right?”
“Isn’t that always how it goes? Anyways do you have some ice?”
“Yes, come in.”
Jordan’s mom, Linda, walked down the steps.
“Ember?!” she gasped.
“I’m fine Mrs. Staal.”
“What happened?”
“Another fight.” Jordan answered.
“Mrs. Staal I’m sorry if I get blood on the floor.” I said.
“Please call me Linda and it’s fine dear. I just would love for you to go home in one piece.”
“Me too.” I said with a smile.
Jordan lifted me up onto the counter and put peroxide on a Q-Tip and dabbed at my lip. It stung but I kept a straight face.
“Doesn’t that hurt?” Jared asked, peeking from behind the corner.
“Yes.”
“Sorry.” Jordan mumbled.
“I’m kidding, it stings but I’m not dying.” I said smiling.
“Did you win?” Marc asked coming into the kitchen.
“Don’t I always. Yeah I won.”
“Did you beat the crap out of him?”
“Of course. Nobody messes with my brothers.”
“Mom how does this look?” Jordan asked.
“Looks like stitches to me.” Henry said. I didn’t even notice him walking in.
“I’ll be fine.” I said.
“After you get stitches, let’s go.” Linda said grabbing the keys.
Two hours and 9 stitches later I was sitting on the couch at the Staal’s house.
“You‘re only here for how long and you already are in a fight?”
“Are you surprised?”
“Nope, not at all.” he said smiling.
“So how are you and Hailey?”
“Done.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
“I’m ok. Don’t worry, you didn’t hit a nerve.”
“I was afraid I would hit a nerve.”
“Fists is showing some passion?” Jordan asked laughing. Fists was my nickname.
“May-be.” I said smirking.
“How are your mom and dad?” he asked.
"Good." I said.
"How's Chase?" he asked.
“I guess you didn’t hear.” I said looking down.
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