Jordan Bleimeyer Novels & Stories

His hand rested lightly on the curve of my waist, grounding and maddening all at once. “I see that our Luna has been training you.” Nolan said, choosing to direct his question to the children who are watching excitedly. “And I can tell if this is how your training is starting, then I'm going to have a stronger league on my line, aren't I?” I tilted my face up, ready to ask what the hell he was doing. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but the smile that was on his face was one that I never saw. Even the children were happy to see him like this.

He had mentioned his work visa so she figured that was a safe question. “I’m a scientific researcher at the university’s chemistry laboratory. I’ve been there for the full six years.” “Oh wow that must be exciting.” “If you love explosions.” “Oh my!” Meredith wasn’t sure what to say to this. “I’m joking, Luv.” Jordan chuckled. “It’s probably rather dull for an average sort but I quite enjoy it.” Meredith smiled at him. She wasn’t entirely sure why but he seemed nice. He wasn’t ugly in the least he was mildly handsome but his accent made up for the fact that they had nothing in common. She could listen to him talk all night. He really liked photography and had gotten into drone photography re

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.

Said Cassie, almost immediately. ”But you will be.” Said Jordan, “Just remember, he’s only turned ten a week ago.” He said, putting ten fingers in front of Cassie’s face. “I know. Anything else I need to know?” Asked Cassie, raising both eyebrows. ”Yes. Blakey only likes apple juice and classical music. There are pool days, ping pong days and hiking days.” Said Jordan, counting the special days on his fingers, “Never, ever, get on Damian’s bad side. And, oh, you didn’t hear this from me, but,” Jordan lowered his voice, “Blakey isn’t exactly Damian’s son. More like his nephew.”

He walked over to Sean Taylor, the President of the club, and introduced us. “Is this the guy that saved your asses in that fight?” Sean asked him. “Yep, Alex Gray, previously army, dishonorable discharge for fighting too much and tonight he took out three guys from the Hispanic crew all by himself,” Jordan said with a smile as Sean looked at me. “We have one more open space on our Prospects roll, it’s yours if you want it,” Sean said to me and I smiled. “Thanks, Jordan suggested I get some friends,” I said and they laughed.

Jordan cries. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I slap his shoulder, and he just pushes me to the bed. Jordan is a year older than me and in his final year of college, and he's an English major. But he's pretty athletic for a nerd. He's way more built than me and almost as bulky as Nate. Almost. And he's a pretty boy. Didn't his blonde hair tell you that? Because it definitely told me. But his eyes are brown like that of the rest of us in the family.

"Are you currently fucking your academic supervisor, Jordan?" Jordan kept his jaw locked into a rigid line, forcing his breathing to remain slow and steady to keep his racing pulse from betraying his panic. "Emberly Lynnwood is a scrawny teenage boy, father. I am not interested in his personal life. He is a useful tool for tracking my athletic schedules on the campus, and I look at his statistics to keep Coach Miller off my back. That is the entire scope of our relationship."

Blake inquired and Jordan let out a sad laugh. “Yeah, it hasn’t been easy on me, I have hard the worst thoughts concerning this, I have cried and done all the shits, begged and nothing, I feel so drained but I have no right to feel that way because I am here, I am alive and can breathe on my own but Liam, he is on life support Blake, and I feel so useless because there is nothing I can do to help, I just sit there hopelessly while he lays still and unmoving, I have never felt so useless before,” Jordan lamented bitterly.

I asked after pulling out of his hands, "Alex told me ho, w, "he said smiling. "You want to come in?" I asked Do you want me to come in" he asked staring into my eyes, I could feel my heart melt into his. "Yes, come on," I said. dragging him into the house, with a burst of happiness I never knew I had till now. We went into the house as my father looked at him with a little surprise on his face. "Good day Mr. Williams, I'm so sorry we have to meet like this, my name is Damian Anderson, he aid while exchanging pleasantries with dad.

He explained. There was a beat of silence, then a grin broke out on Blaine's face. “You're a bloody genius.” He enthused. “It's…nice.” I grudgingly admitted. Jordan nodded at me once then turned back to what he was reading. Wasn't it ironic that Jordan had ended up being the one to choose the username? “Okay, done. Now who do you want to follow, apart from me of course.” He quickly searched up his profile and I was greeted with a photo of him in a deep blue suit that matched his eyes standing on a red carpet, a knowing smile playing about his lips.