Dancing with the Varsity Bad Boy

Chapter 15

Violet's POV

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The next morning I slip out of Jordan's bed having woken up with him holding me tight against him, his hand gently squeezing my breast and his hips grinding against my butt.

That was a shock to the system feeling his morning wood. Who knew a guy could be that big, because I sure as hell didn't.

I don't get dressed as I fell asleep in shorts and an oversized shirt. Instead, I grab what's left of my morning meds and head downstairs, the scent of coffee and tea brewing a balm for my tired soul. I stop in my tracks when I enter the kitchen at seeing Gypsy hopping from the stool to the kettle and back again, using the kitchen side as a one sided crutch.

"Good morning," I smirk at her as she yelps, her cheeks blazing with her embarressment from only wearing Eric's shirt. Her red panties visible through the white cotton.

"Vi-Violet! You scared the shi't out of me," she whisper yells and I giggle at her before pulling the kitchen stool out and pointing at it. With a huff of annoyance she plants her bottom down, knowing better then to argue with me on this.

"I thought you'd still be asleep, how was last night?" I ask, walking over to her, handing her my tablets before grabbing us both a glass of pinnapple juice. Gypsy giggles but doesn't say anything. We know why men would drink pinnapple juice, Lex told us about it once and it's been a subtle joke in our little family of misfits. Us girl's way of having a little fun with Lex.

"Surprisingly, I didn't wake up after I fell asleep," Gypsy shrugs, and blushes when she looks down at Eric's shirt while I knock back the tablets and juice. I grimace at the taste of the tablets. Gypsy frowns a little, and sighs.

"But I do have a bone to pick with Eric. I woke up in his shirt, and no memory of how I got changed," she finishes and frowns plucking at the shits hem.

"He probably changed you," I shrug and make a cup of tea for the both of us.

"You ran out of your meds. How much have you got left?" She asks, and I tip my head back so I'm staring at the ceiling.

"I've run out of everything as of this morning. Dad can't get here for another couple of days. We're in for a rough few days," she smiles a little, understanding passing between us. Her phantom limb pain can't be controlled with medications, unlike mine with pain killers and anti-inflammatories. We bonded over pain in our first year, creating a unbreakable bond.

"Well, it's a good thing we've got each other then, right," she says and glances at the clock, then back at me and I grin at her.

"Want to make yours and Bradely's favourite breakfast?" I ask, and her eyes light up.

Unlike Eric, Gypsy has kept her friend's memory alive. After every competition, whether she wins or not she makes their favourite breakfast. Every Halloween she dresses up and goes to the nearest children's hospital to hand out homemade cakes and cookies. Every Birthday, whether it's hers, Bradely's or Eric's, she goes camping to stargaze, alone.

He might have been snatched so cruelly from my friend, but she’ll never forget him, and plans to keep him alive in her heart until the day she dies.

"Yes please," she giggles as together we get her stool set up in front of the kitchen counter by the stove and I grab the ingredients for pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs, remembering to get the maple syrup for the pancakes.

Together we sing and dance, me shaking my butt and her dancing while sitting on the stool and giggling as we become a mess after a small flour war.

"Do the guys have the stuff to make hash browns?" She asks hopefully though she deflates when I shake my head. She soon brightens though when I put on a couple of sausages for us, and the guys. We cook up a storm, making enough for the football team, a small thank you for looking after me the pass few days, and looking after Gypsy last night.

"So we head back to ours after breakfast? Or maybe at lunch?" I ask Gypsy only to hear a deep chuckle. Turning I blush upon finding Jordan and Eric leaning against the door frame and the rest of the team behind them.

"Um, anyone want breakfast? We made more then enough?" I ask glancing at Gypsy who stuffs a fork full of food into her mouth, avoiding looking at Eric.

"That's very thoughtful of you," Xavier says, him and Mikey pushing pass their captain and co-captain to get to the plates of piping hot food.

"Did you make a chocolate chip pancake?" Gypsy asks quietly just as Eric comes over to dish himself some breakfast.

"Yep, it's nearly done. I used the recipe you taught me," I dish it up on a small plate of its own, and put cut strawberries and blueberries beside it. Bradely's favourite. Gypsy gives me a watery smile and swallows hard, before pulling it closer to her and taking a bite.

"Thank you, for looking after me since Wednesday night. I know I've got to have gotten in your way," I say, taking my seat beside Gypsy and brushing a smudge of flour off my top. Embaressment warming my face and down my neck at the guys chuckling.

"It's been our pleasure Violet, you've been a great guest," Mikey says with a grin, moaning after stuffing a pancake bite in his mouth.

"Man, I'm going to miss your coffees and cooking though," he pouts and I giggle at him.

"I'll still come over to watch my brothers games on your TV, so I'll make food then," I pat his shoulder as he pouts harder, giving me big puppy-dog eyes.

"You guys are more then welcome to come round for a dinner. We have family dinners every Saturday, all you got to do is turn up with a dish you cooked, or a brought desert." Gypsy shrugs, finally looking up from her plate and grabbing the maple syurp to dip her pancake bites in.

"Gypsy, Saturday's are family days," I near whine, causing more chuckles to erupt from the football players, except Jordan, who's watching me as he digs into his breakfast. He's not seen this side of me, hell, I've never shown him anything other then me being pissed off, or vulnerable. No wonder he thinks I have no fun in me.

"What is it that Lex says? The more the merrier!" She grins at me, then for added effect sticks her tongue out at me.

"Oh, I was going to make everyones's favourite dessert this Saturday, but if your inviting guests I'll have to rethink it," her eyes grow wide with horror, and I smirk. My house mates love my homemade ice crean, it's their faviourite treat. I'll fight dirty if I have to to protect our Family nights!

"That's no fair! Stop fighting dirty!" She whines and I laugh, a full on, head back, whole body shaking laugh.

"What's everyone's favorite?" Jordan asks, plating himself another plate of food. It's a good thing I know just how much food a football team can put away, having fed my brothers teams during highschool and later when dad and I visited them in college.

"Vi makes the best ice cream, normally makes us each an individual tub of our faviourte flavours, her honeycomb and caramile ice cream is to die for," Gypsy complains, then pouts as she stuffs food in her mouth.

"Damn, I had no idea we lived next to such talented girls," Mikey grins, his gaze travelling over my body. I know he's only teasing, there's no heat in it, no lust. I know these boys only see me as an acaquantince, friend at most. No one at the table will see a disabled girl as girlfriend material, and I'm not a one night fling kind of girl.

"You guys have been missing out, Imogen is a genius in the kitchen, and Lex makes the best cocktails, and Tamsyn is one of the best cooks during winter. She makes the best winter comfort foods," Gypsy hums happily while eating the chocolate chip pancake, her eyes bright.

Jordan nudges me, and I turn to look at him.

"You don't need to leave today. I know we start training again tomorrow but I don't think you and Gypsy should be alone until your dad has brought your medication up to you," I blink at him, the team now cleaning up the tabel and getting started on washing up what little mess Gypsy and I left.

"You want us to stay? Even though you get up at 5am to train?" My brain can't seem to understand what he's getting at. Ok, my brothers were ok with looking after me but they were used to training with only an hour to two hours sleep. These young men here aren't used to it, it could affect their school work, it could affect their performance on the field, it could mean they loose a game.

"Yeah, you won't have any medication left after today, and Gypsy can't use a prosthetic with her thigh all cut up. It wouldn't be good if you guys needed help and there was on one there," while I'm touched that he's offering to let us stay. There is that niggling little voice in the back of my mind, shouting in alarm.

"He only wants you to stay so he can meet your dad!" It's the same thing that always happens when I make friends with football players. My dad is a sporting legend, and I'm proud of him for everything he accomplished during his years in the NFL, but it also makes it difficult to trust football players.

Especially with what happened between me and my ex in highschool.

That thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth and I glance at Gypsy who nods in understanding.

"That's very kind of you Jordan, but Imogen, Lex and Tamsyn will be back by Tuseday, and me and Gypsy are used to managing pain without medication, so we know how to handle it," I force myself to smile before standing and helping Gypsy to stand. She wraps an arm around my shoulders, while I wrap an arm around her waist and together we make our way up to Jordan's room so we can get changed before I go and grab her crutches.

The thought of returning to normality, pulls me in two directions. On one hand I'm happy to get back to my everyday routine, but on the other hand, I'm sad I'm leaving the football house.

"Maybe we can have a small garden party next weekend, just us, and maybe invite the team. Everyone will be home by then, we can make some food, and Lex can make his famous non-alcoholic cocktails. How does that sound?" Gypsy muses beside me, and I shrug not sure how to handle the ache in my chest.

After today, Jordan will go back to ignoring me, or annoying me, and the team will be too busy to be friends. Not to mention they'll be having girls throwing themselves at them. Jordan has a reputation, he'll be going back to fu'cking a different girl every night.

It's better to leave it as it is now. They helped me when I needed help, looked out for me, and I got to see a different side to these men. I got to see a little of the men behind the masks they wear.

"We'll see, but let's get dressed and head back for now," I tell her, reminding myself why I don't date athlets, reminding myself of the heartache I went through with my ex. If I keep reminding myself what ambitious football players are capable of, then maybe I can stop myself from letting a friendship build between us.

"Now, how are we getting you to classes?" I ask Gypsy, she frowns at me, knowing full well I'm changing the subject on purpose.