completely healed. Iâm hoping once I finish the requirements for my diploma that my parents will let me turn pro.â
âYouâre eighteen, right? Could they actually stop you?â
He sighs. âNo, but thereâs a lot involved in being on the tour. Travel and tournament draws and ranking points and payouts. I donât know enough to handle all that stuff by myself.â He trains his eyes on his lap. âI guess it sounds lame, but I need my parents.â
âI donât think thatâs lame.â I remember the big gaping hole left by my dadâs absence in the months following the accident. Heâd been the one who went to my parentâteacherconferences, the one who taught me mnemonics to memorize the Great Lakes and the Earthâs atmospheres. Whenever I did something silly, my dad always made me feel better by telling me a story from the firehouse about someone who had done something even sillier. Sometimes you donât realize all the things a person does for you until they arenât there to do them anymore.
âPlus my future is their dream too,â Jordy says. âI want to share it, but it sucks that we want different things. They want me to play collegiate tennis instead of turning proâlet my game mature, get a degree to fall back on.â
âDoes it stress you out? All of those expectations?â
He takes another bite of his burrito and chews thoughtfully. âYes. Yes it does. I wish more people would ask me that.â
I angle my body so I can see both Jordy and the TV. âIt seems like an obvious question.â
âUsually all people our age care about is how awesome it is to be an athlete. How many famous people have I met? What awesome trips have I gotten to take?â He twists his napkin into a rope and coils it around one hand. âAnd then the adults, they only care about my grades or how my game is or whether Iâm behaving in public.â
âIâm sure they care about more than that.â I bite into my burrito again, trying not to drip sauce down my chin.
âYeah, maybe.â He doesnât look convinced.
I swallow another mouthful of meat, cheese, and Frenchfries. âSo how do you handle itâall the expectations?â
âPoorly?â Jordy drops his twisted napkin onto the table and reaches for another packet of sauce. âApparently I do things like cancel weekend practice sessions to help pretty girls.â
âJordy!â His name feels strange on my lips. âYou shouldnât have skipped your own stuff to help me.â
âOne or two missed practices wonât kill me, as long as my coach doesnât narc me out to my parents. I told him I was hitting around with one of my friends, so mostly true, right?â He drizzles more sauce on his burrito.
âI donât want you to skip practices for me,â I say firmly.
âOkay, but it wasnât just for youâit was for shrink homework too. Plus sometimes I just need a break. I need to hang out with someone who I can be real with.â
Before I can respond, the front door opens and the alarm system starts beeping quietly. Instinctively, I slide away from Jordy and focus my attention on my burrito.
âProbably just my sister,â he says. He starts to say something else, but then the beeping turns into a shrill electronic siren.
CHAPTER 12
âCrap.â Jordy jumps up from the sofa.
I follow him into the foyer, where a blonde girl in jeans and a T-shirt is busy punching buttons on a control panel just inside the door. Her hair is hanging in her face, and sheâs got smudges of something black on one arm. It takes me a second to recognize her.
âJesus, Penn,â Jordy says. âHow hard is it to remember the code?â
âI feel like Dad changes it every week now,â she hollers over the shrieking.
Jordy slides in next to her and punches a few buttons. The noise stops. A
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