Different World [1]

Chapter Four

I'm A Mess

Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you're at your worst.
-Yara Bashraheel

{Emma's Perspective}

"So, who's winning?" I asked Clark. "The other team" He told me. "Why won't you wear a jacket or use an umbrella?" Jon asked me, his annoyance clear. "Because I love the rain. Besides, if Zeus wants me dead, let him kill me" I told him, taking another shot of the field.

I looked back to the stands, seeing a familiar head. I groaned, nudging Clark "General Lane is here" I told him, pointing behind me. Clark looked back, a sour look on his face.

I quickly took a picture on my phone, snickering as I did. Clark gave me a questioning look. "It's a thing in my world. Sourwolf" I snickered while setting the picture as his contact photo. "God you're weird" Jon moaned from beside Clark. "I'm weird, sweet and borderline psychotic. What's not to love" I told Jon, a big smile on my face.

"All right, let's go. Defence. Let's go. Pick it up. Kent!" Coach shouted, Jon, running up to him out of habit. "Yes, Coach?" Jon asked. I closed my eyes not even wanting to witness this moment.

"No, not you. The other one. Shortstack!" Coach corrected, looking back at Jordan. He ran up to Coach, helmet in hand. "Yes, Coach?" Jordan asked. "Look, I need you right now. I need you to get me that ball. You hear me?" Coach told him, pointing out to the ongoing game.

"Yes, Coach" Jordan answered, his voice a little unsure. I walked up to him, placing my hand on his shoulder. "You can do this Jord. I know you can" I smiled at him. Jordan smiled back before giving me a fist bump. "Thanks, Em" He told me before Clark walked up behind us. "Good luck" I told him before going back up to Clark and Jon.

Clark raised the umbrella over me, smiling kindly at me. "Thanks" I muttered, gripping the umbrella handle. Jon pulled me in close, wrapping an arm around me. "Now entering the game, number 24, Jordan Kent!" The announcer called. I cheered for Jordan as the game commenced, having no clue what was happening. "He got the ball!" I yelled, jumping up and down. "Jordan, go!" Clark and Jon chanted.

I jumped and yelled, having no clue what was happening until I saw Jordan go past the line. "Touchdown, Crows!" The announcer called, and the stands went wild. "Let's go, Jordan!" Jon and I screamed. I looked back at Lois, seeing her face darken. "Something you wanna tell me?" Sam said in a low voice, the words echoing in my head. I turned around, shocked at how loud the voice was.

Jordan came running over to the three of us, hugging his Dad and Jon. "I did it!" He smiled at them. "Told ya you could do it. I'm always right" I smirked at Jordan, who only laughed at me. "I guess you are" He smiled back, pulling me in for a hug. I hugged him back as tight as I could.

"Thanks for believing in me Em" Jordan whispered into my ear. I felt the heat rush to my face, my stomach fluttering like a tornado had begun to swirl the usual butterflies faster than my heart rate.