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Where Home Really Is

Novel By: FrootLoop246
Young adult



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Jordyn Hamilton is having the summer of her life in her coastal California hometown. But things are about to change for the sixteen-year-old surfer/dancer. Thanks to a recently found will, her family is moving cross country to rural Pennsylvania, where Jordyn is convinced she doesn't belong. Soon, she's noticed by the hot, senior, football QB, and put on the black list of her popular classmate Ashley.

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Submitted:Dec 24, 2012    Reads: 128    Comments: 1    Likes: 4   


Chapter Eighteen

So Mickey's was pretty cool. Just like Alice had told her, there were pool tables, TVs in every corner, and the food was great. This place really could give Blue Moon a run for its money with the pizzas and burgers.

Ty and Cole had engaged in a game of pool with some guys from school, leaving Jordyn at their table with Natalie, Meredith, and Lydia.

Jordyn was a little uncomfortable, sitting here with the three of them with absolutely nothing to talk about, while all they'd been talking about was Lake Fest Friday night.

"You going to Lake Fest, Jordyn?" Natalie asked, popping a French fry in her mouth.

"Uhm, I think I'm going with Alice Doherty and her friends," Jordyn said, nodding.

"Erin and Bethany?" Meredith asked.

Jordyn nodded. They knew Alice's crowd?

"Erin's a genius," Lydia said, speaking for the first time since they'd gotten there. She'd been deep into texting someone ever since they'd sat down. "She's on the school paper with me."

"Lydia," Meredith said. "Who are you texting over there?"

She checked her phone once more, then slid it into her pocket. "No one."

Natalie rolled her eyes. "Oh, I know exactly who she's texting."

"Oh my gosh, you guys, relax. It's not a big deal."

But for the next few minutes, Lydia looked pretty uneasy, every once in a while looking at her lap, or looking over her shoulder at the door.

Jordyn wondered what that was about.

"Jordyn, I have to admit," Natalie said suddenly, taking the attention off of Lydia. "I love your hair. Is that really your natural color?"

Jordyn nodded. "Yep. I get it from my mom, I guess."

"Oh my gosh, she is so gorgeous," Meredith said. "And her accent is totally cool. Where's it from?"

"Sweden."

"That is too cool!" Natalie said. "I don't know anything about my heritage. I think I'm like, Irish, or Russian like, two hundred years back on my mom's side."

"I'm a lot Irish," Meredith chuckled, holding up her red ponytail. "So, Jordyn. Leah tells me you're like, the most amazing dancer Maggie's ever seen."

Jordyn raised her eyebrows. "She did?"

"Oh yeah. She's really impressed. You should have gone out for the cheer team."

"Yeah, your brother's bragged on you, too," Natalie said, winking as she nudged Jordyn with her elbow.

Jordyn smiled. "He has?"

"Yeah. Not to mention I saw your flips this afternoon. Why the hell didn't you try out?"

"I'm not really a cheerleader," Jordyn said. "I've never done it before. I'd feel like an idiot."

"Ugh, you couldn't look much worse than Ashley," Natalie said, rolling her eyes. "I hate to say it, but she was the best out of all the girls that tried out for Cecelia's spot. Naturally, I had to give her the spot."

"Just another excuse for her to hang all over you," Lydia snickered.

"She's so irritating," Natalie said.

Jordyn perked up, very into this conversation now. Ashley got on Natalie's nerves? What?

"Ashley Moore?" Jordyn piped in, trying to sound innocent.

"Ugh, yes," Natalie said.

"She's so far up Natalie's butt she can probably tell you what she's thinking half the time," Meredith said. "The only reason we let the little brownnoser sit with us is because she's like Leah's best friend."

"You guys don't like her?" Jordyn asked, surprised by this. Because according to Ashley, she and Natalie were like sisters.

"Hell no," Natalie said. "She is annoying and acts way too high and mighty."

"And she treats my sister and Shari like crap," Meredith said. "Always telling them what to do."

Well, who knew, Jordyn though, happy with this news as she sat back. She didn't know why, but the idea that Natalie and her friends didn't like Ashley Moore gave her a little pleasure.

OK, that was a lie. She knew exactly why that gave her a little pleasure.

"So, Jordyn," Natalie said, sipping on her Diet soda. "You like anyone here?"

"You mean, guys?" Jordyn asked, then she felt like an idiot. Of course she'd meant guys.

Natalie smiled. "I meant Cole Anderson."

Jordyn gulped. What was with this school? How did everyone know everything? She only talked to Alice, Bethany and Erin.

Meredith laughed. "We saw you two today at lunch. Smiling at each other across the cafeteria."

"Don't worry," Lydia said. "He likes you. We can tell."

"Want a hook up?" Natalie asked.

"Uhm, I don't know what to say," Jordyn chuckled. "I mean, I don't know him or anything."

"He's a nice guy," Meredith assured. "I'd go for him myself if I wasn't already, you know. Committed."

Lydia rolled her eyes. "Meredith you are disgusting."

Meredith scoffed. "Am not! Scott is great. He's romantic, mature."

"Of course he's mature!" Natalie laughed. "He's 35."

Jordyn coughed, as she was trying to swallow her water when this news came out.

"Oh, yeah, Jordyn," Lydia said. "Meredith has a 35-year-old, married lawyer boyfriend."

"Separated," Meredith corrected. "And it's not a big deal."

"It's totally a big deal," Natalie said. "He'll have grey hairs in a year, Mer."

Meredith smirked. "Yeah, well, he's good in bed now."

"Hell, he should be," Lydia said. "He's had your entire life span to practice."

Meredith stuck up her middle finger at Lydia, and Natalie and Jordyn chuckled.

So these girls weren't stuck up or conceited. They were gorgeous enough to be, of course, but they welcomed Jordyn in with opened arms. And they were actually fun to be around. Who knew?

Jordyn couldn't wait to tell Alice all about it.

Lydia's fingers flew across the screen of her cell phone, then she slid it into her purse. "You guys we need to run," she said. "I have a quick stop to make."

"Of course you do," Natalie said with an eye roll. "Let me go check on those boys really quick. See if they're ready."

Natalie got up and walked to the pool tables. Jordyn watched as her brother greeted Natalie with a smile, and Natalie slid her hand into his back jeans pocket. She whispered something in his ear, then they both looked knowingly toward their table.

Jordyn wondered where they were going. It seemed like Ty knew.

So, ten minutes later, they were in Natalie's SUV, heading back down Lake Road the way they came. But Natalie made a quick, sharp turn onto a side road, leading into what looked like, a modern, subdivision of houses placed close together, all with manicured lawns and Hybrid cars in the driveways. So this was where Cedarwood's rich kids lived. It was strange seeing this part of Cedarwood. So far all she'd seen was good old country living. Trees, trees, a few buildings, then more trees. This place, though? This neighborhood was about as out of place in Cedarwood as a deer hunter would have been back in Moon Bay Beach.

Jordyn was all the way in the back of Natalie's SUV with Cole. She didn't mind, and by the way he kept flashing her smiles, she thought maybe he'd chosen to sit back there with her. Like, on purpose.

But more than likely, Jordyn was imagining things. He just probably didn't want to be squished between Meredith and Lydia the whole drive.

Jordyn was so focused on Cole she hadn't noticed that Natalie had slowed to a stop and was parking her SUV on the curb in a cul-de-sac.

"Be right back," Lydia said, hopping out.

Jordyn peaked out the window at her as she crossed the manicured lawn toward the dark house, wondering where she was going. Suddenly, a porch light came on and when the front door opened, Jordyn saw Blake Cormann.

She gasped, quietly. Blake pushed opened the door and stepped back so Lydia could walk into his house, not once glancing back at the SUV.





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