Jordan Walker Fantasy Novels & Stories

I'm that good. My only dream has been to play football. It takes love of the game and a gift from God to be above average and play in the big leagues. I have both. The next page holds my college stats. My field goal average is 87.062. This places me above Stephan Gostkowski, who is the number four kicker in the league. Yes, I know mine is a college stat but it's all I have right now. Sincerely, Jordan Givens I flip the page and look at Jordan's stats. She's good. Damn good. Then I flip to the next page to find a message to me from Modiess.

While they conversed about me, I came to a conclusion that this school had a knack for talking about people in their presence, like they weren't there. "Where's Walker tho?" The guy Luke had called Manny asked. "He's the captain and should be here to tell us if we have practice or not." Luke coughed. "It's a free day today as Walker's not in school. We'll practice tomorrow." Just like that, the conversation shifted from me to Walker and then to basketball where it rested eventually. Thankful for the attention I was not getting, I delved into my food, promising to enjoy it, until Luke said, "Ahh, Steyn, Should we go to see Walker today?"

"Who is this woman football player that should be playing against men in the NAFL?" Jeremy smiled, a sense of pride washing over him. "Alexandra Jordan." The reporter's eyes widened. "Alexandra Jordan? The same player who just led the Denver Outlaws to the NWFL championship?" "That's right," Jeremy confirmed. "She's one of the most talented and dedicated players I've ever seen. She deserves to compete at the highest level." Alexandra's heart skipped a beat. She was stunned. Jeremy Davis, a man she admired and respected, had just publicly endorsed her. She turned off the TV, her mind racing with thoughts and emotions. Could this be the opportunity she'd been waiting for?

I’m that good. My only dream has been to play football. It takes love of the game and a gift from God to be above average and play in the big leagues. I have both. The next page holds my college stats. My field goal average is 87.062. This places me above Stephan Gostkowski, who is the number four kicker in the league. Yes, I know mine is a college stat but it’s all I have right now. Sincerely, Jordan Givens I flip the page and look at Jordan’s stats. She’s good. Damn good. Then I flip to the next page to find a message to me from Modiess.

Picturing Wendy and Luke together, I lowered my eyes, trying to hide the sudden rush of emotions. “What are you thinking, with that brain of yours?” Wendy yawned, clearly tired from staying up late last night. “I heard from a friend who studied abroad and has some ties to the Walkers. Apparently, Mrs. Walker has already chosen Luke’s fiancée—a girl she adopted into her family. She’s around Luke’s age.”