The Game Changer

by Trio, L. M.

  The Game Changer

  By: L.M. Trio

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  Copyright ©2013 LM Trio

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.

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  Prologue

  It’s hard to believe that it only takes one split second in time to turn your world completely upside down. Everything that ever made you feel safe and secure; can be gone in an instant...

  I stood facing the young, innocent girl staring back at me from the mirror. I threw my hair into a ponytail, once again focusing on the promise I made to myself: each day, starting with my birthday, I would try to do something out of my comfort zone. I was a bit shy; it was one of the things I had planned to work on this year, to overcome my shyness.

  My thoughts were interrupted by my Mom calling up to me, “JJ, you’re going to be late!” I quickly buttoned my neatly ironed white blouse and tucked it into my plaid, pleated skirt.

  Before I had entered the kitchen, I overheard my mom and dad, joking with each other as they discussed my upcoming birthday. My mom teased my dad, telling him it was only a matter of time before I dumped them for someone more interesting; most likely a boy.

  “Not on my watch. Besides, who could be more interesting than us?” he replied, pulling mom onto his lap. She laughed as he tickled her, telling him how sorry she felt for him since he was in such a denial. After all, I would be turning fifteen on April 10th.

  "Well at least I'll still have you!" he said, kissing her cheek.

  "That's right, sweetie. You'll always have me!" She giggled back.

  Or, so he thought...

  Back then, I would have agreed with my dad. I was a bit of a late bloomer; unlike most of my friends that had already begun dating. I was one of those rare teens that actually enjoyed spending most of my spare time with my parents. They were cool and we had fun together. Most of my friends were embarrassed to be seen with their parents, not me.

  I entered the kitchen and rolled my eyes at the two of them, suggesting that I had overheard their conversation. I grabbed a bagel from the table and kissed my parents good-bye as I headed out the door. I felt happy, content and was looking forward to the last day of classes before spring break. Mom called out to me, confirming our plans for dinner and shopping later that evening, it had become one of our rituals. Dad would be working late, so we were having a girls’ night out.

  ***

  I awoke in a strange place, my body ached terribly, my head pounded and my mind fuzzy and confused. My dad sat still in a chair beside me, staring at the wall. My throat hurt; it was dry. I could hardly speak louder than a whisper. I called to him, startling him. He didn’t look right; he looked sick, unshaven. Had he been crying? I was confused.

  “Where’s Mommy?” I choked out.

  His body began to tremble. He didn’t answer, he didn’t have to. I knew. My life was shattered...

  Chapter 1(Jesse - 14 months later)

  It is Friday, the second week of June. The sun is hot and it was unusually humid for this time of year. I stare out the window of the car, wondering if this move was the right decision. We turn on to Seascape Drive where there is a sense of stillness. The cherry blossoms cast shadows on the perfectly manicured lawns, the houses seem to be vacant, the street deserted; nothing like the bustling sounds of the city of which we are used to.

  I peek over at my dad to see if he notices the sound of my heart racing from fear. I am nervous about our new life. He seems to be too immersed in his own thoughts to notice. The car comes to a stop in front of a white house with blue shutters towards the end of the road. Once again, I glance over; he is staring straight ahead as he lets out a deep breath before turning off the ignition.

  "Well kiddo, here we are."

  "Yep. I'm excited. Are you?" I reply as I give him a quick smile, trying to ease some of the anxiety we both are feeling.

  "Yeah, definitely. This will be good for us," he answers, giving me a reassuring smile. Deep down I know he is trying to reassure himself as much as me.

  It’s been over a year, and in that year, my life has been mostly a blur. Almost as if I have been standing on the outside, watching as time passes, and feeling like I am going to die, too. Anything would be better than feeling the constant pain that consumes me.

  Even now, after all of the months of therapy, the details are still unclear.

  My mom and I shopping, having dinner, having fun. We were in the car, on our way home, laughing about something that I can’t remember now. God, I wish I could remember.

  There was screaming and I’m not sure if it was her, or me, or maybe was both of us. It comes in flashes that are usually in the form of nightmares… seeing her slumped over the steering wheel, her head dangling towards me. There was a lot of blood. I heard the sirens, people yelling, swarming around me; it was complete chaos. The EMT’s frantically moving over me after they freed me from the twisted metal.

  I hardly remember the funeral, either. I know it was at St. Bernadette’s, which was our church and my school. I’ve been told that some of my classmates were there, although I don’t recall actually seeing a single person that day. At that point, I had already chosen to close myself off from the rest of the world, including my dad. The months following, I grew worse and worse. My Aunt Kathy, my dad’s sister, stayed with us for a while; hoping to fill the void of my mother leaving us alone. I didn’t speak to anyone. I hardly ate. I never returned to school or saw any of my friends again. Physically, I had healed. Mentally, I was broken.

  It wasn’t until several months later when I awoke one morning to find my dad sitting on the edge of my bed, trembling in the same way he had that day. It scared me.

  “Daddy?” I barely whispered.

  He turned to face me, his face drenched in tears. He begged me, “Please JJ, don’t do this to me. I can’t lose you, too.”

  For the first time in months, I reached out to him. I cried and cried and cried. I told him I wanted to get better so badly, I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t breathe. My heart ached. I was in constant pain. I confessed that I felt as if I were about to die, too. He held me tightly and told me he felt the same way. We would get through it together he promised.

  I finally agreed to some intense therapy and was tutored at home through the remainder of the year. Despite the therapy, I was unable to bring myself to face my former friends after all of the months that had passed. By now, they had finally stopped coming by the house and calling. I didn’t blame them. I figured they must have heard about my breakdown or made up their own stories about me.

  It was only after my Mom had come to me in a dream that I really begun to push forward. I knew that was what she would expect of me. It was shortly thereafter that my dad approached me about a new beginning. He had an opportunity to transfer down to the shore. He was offered a job at the new casino as the Head Chef of their trendy new restaurant. I agreed, this was exactly what we needed, a new start. His only request was that come fall, I return to school.

  I had missed the end of my freshman year and all of my sophomore year, being tutored at home. He thought it was a good idea that I start interacting with kids my own age, again. He was right. If I was truly going to move forward, I needed to socialize with people other than my therapist, tutors and my dad.

  Chapter 2(Luke)

  Oh, shit. I was late for class again. Oh well, I think.

  It is a tactic I used often, most times it works. “Sorry, Mrs. Radnor. I stopped by coach’s office. I had a question about tomorrow’s game.” I say as I casually eas
e my way into my chair while flashing her a smile, dimples and all.

  “Luke, this is the third time you’ve used that excuse in the last couple of weeks. You really need to get to class on time; it’s disruptive to your classmates… and me.”

  I turn to my classmates and in my most sincere voice, I apologize. I flash them the same smile. The girls buy it; the guys, not so much. It’s my best defense. Mrs. Radnor buys it, though. She smiles and continues on with her lesson. Worked again.

  I wasn’t really in Coach’s office. I was actually in the hallway talking to Sherri Adams, she’s into me and she is hot. We have a little side thing going on every now and then. My girlfriend, Alexa, and I are off and on so often, even I sometimes forget that I have a girlfriend.

  My best friend, Mikey and I were probably around thirteen, maybe fourteen, when we realized we have this gift. We can pretty much talk our way out or in to anything, as long as we smile and seem sincere while we are making up whatever excuse the situation calls for. For instance, Mikey can turn a D into a C by just flashing a smile and giving a nice compliment. He’s a pro, much smoother than me, and I think I’m pretty smooth. It’s all about how you play the game. We play it well. On and off the field.

  We’re not bad guys. Actually, we’re pretty well liked. I have no time for the kids in school that think they’re so popular, they think they have the right to pick on the kids that aren’t. I’ll go out of my way to talk to a less popular kid, just to piss off the one that thinks he is. I’m pretty good about keeping myself out of trouble and I keep my mouth shut, most times. Mikey, on the other hand, tends to find himself in hot water every now and then.

  One of the only things we both are truly serious about is baseball. We know that is the biggest gift we are blessed with; it’s something we never take for granted. When it comes to the game, we are both disciplined and we work hard for it. The fun, the games, the girls and the partying get put on the back burner when it comes to playing ball. It drives my girlfriend crazy when I choose to stay home instead of partying or staying up late when it’s game time, she doesn’t get it.

  We’re in the state championship for the second straight year. Scouts will be there watching as they usually are. It’s something Mikey and I are accustomed to by now. They’ve been watching us for quite some time. We’re invited to numerous tournaments throughout the year and spend summers at camps. We both have a real shot at the majors, but flashing a smile is not going to get us there.

  Chapter 3(Jesse)

  I take a deep breath as I step out of the car, taking in the scent of the salty ocean air, hoping to clear my head of the worry that consumes me. It truly is a great street, I think as I take inventory of the neighborhood. It seems quiet and peaceful with only about six houses; each one with its own unique look.

  Our house, a white, cozy Cape Cod with blue shutters, sits nestled towards the end of the street. Directly across from us is a perfectly manicured, Georgian Colonial. Next to that is a well maintained, quaint little rancher, where an elderly woman, wearing an apron, kneels in her garden and tends to her flowers. She looks up when she hears our car and my dad gives her an overzealous wave.

  If you stand in the middle of the street and look through the thick flowering trees you can see a long fishing dock with a gazebo and benches stretching out over the bay. I know right then that I will be spending a lot of my spare time there, sketching. That’s what I do. Actually, that’s what I did. I haven’t sketched a thing since the accident.

  My dad must have read my mind. "What do you think so, far?" he asks.

  "I like it." For the first time in a long time I have a thought, other than something negative; it just might be possible to find a little happiness here.

  Bay Point seems to be a great little town. My family used to love our summer vacations at the Jersey Shore. The town is only a few miles long, running along the bay. Everything is within walking distance, including what will be my new high school. In the downtown area, there are a few shops, cafes and a library. So here we are, rebuilding our lives in this new place. It is a perfect day for the beach, not so much for moving. Like I said, it is unusually humid for early June. My thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the annoyingly loud beeping sound of the moving truck backing into the driveway.

  I make my way into the house, checking out each room. It smells of lemons and fresh paint. I can’t help thinking how my mom would have loved it. There are a lot of windows, allowing the sunlight to filter into each room. Newly polished, old wooden floors cover every room in the house. The master bedroom is on the second floor with a private bath. Downstairs there are two bedrooms on each side of the house. As you step into the foyer, there is a family room to the left with one of the bedrooms off to the side. To the right is a large open kitchen, which leads to a narrow hallway with an additional bedroom and another full bath. I choose that room for my own. It’s perfect.

  ***

  (Luke)

  Finally, the last day of school. I have about a month to just chill and relax before heading to our summer league and camp. We had a great season and another state championship under our belt. It’s a good feeling, Mikey and I have a lot of people watching, keeping a close eye on us. This time next year, we’ll be entering the draft.

  While I clean out my locker, Alexa stands behind me, relaying our plans for tonight. It’s the usual end of the year party at the inlet. I’m looking forward to a night of partying. I spot Mikey and Deanna, my sister, walking towards my locker, waiting for me to get the hell out of here.

  “What are you doing? Let’s go!” Mikey shouts from the middle of the hall, sounding annoyed, which is normal behavior for him when Alexa is around.

  “I’m coming,” I reply, laughing.

  “Hi,” Alexa says to them dully, knowing she’s not one of their biggest fans. I shoot them each a look to be nice and they both halfheartedly greet her. Not that I can blame them, Alexa is not the easiest person to get along with. She’s kind of full of herself and is rude to most people. At one time, she and Deanna seemed pretty close, that’s how I got involved with her in the first place. I’m not quite sure what happened, but they’re not too friendly anymore. De thinks she’s a bitch. I guess she can be, but she is hot. I have to give her that. Most guys would love to be me. Sometimes, I kind of wish they were.

  I kiss her goodbye and we agree to meet up later tonight. As the three of us head out the door, I have to take some bashing from the two of them.

  “I think I’m going to meet Sherri Adams at the inlet tonight,” Mikey states as he gives me a sideways glance. He knows I have this side thing going on with her.

  “Cool,” I reply casually. It doesn’t matter much to me. I am only fooling around with her anyway. It’s not like I care about her.

  He starts laughing, punching me in the arm. “I’m jokin’.”

  “No shit... she thinks you’re an asshole,” I joke back.

  “Actually, I’m workin’ on her sister, Janelle. She’s going to meet me there tonight.”

  “Yeah, she’s hot, too,” I reply.

  “Ugh, I can’t stand her, she’s such a bitch,” Deanna chimes in.

  “So is her sister,” I add, laughing. Mikey laughs, too. We don’t really care much about that, it’s not like we’re planning on marrying them.

  As we turn the corner to our street we spot the moving truck at the house across from ours.

  ***

  (Jesse)

  The sun is hot. I’m wiping the sweat from my forehead as I unload boxes out of the car when the laughter coming from the end of the street catches my attention. From a distance, I can see two boys horsing around, while a girl in the middle of them seems to be reprimanding them. I panic as I become aware of my appearance. I’m sweaty, wearing cut-off sweat shorts and a baggy t-shirt. Not to mention, my hair is braided in pigtails. It’s too late to run in the house, it will be too obvious. I try to act busy while rummaging around in the trunk. Oh crap, here comes my dad. Mr. Friendly
all of the sudden, and… there he goes, waving, again. Well, there's hope for him yet; he suddenly seems to have outgrown his shyness.

  He greets them as they approach. I hear the first boy ask if we are moving in. Considering there is a huge moving truck in front of the house, I thought it was a safe bet that we are. What a genius.

  “Yeah, me and my daughter, JJ. I’m David.” He leans over and holds out his hand.

  “Jesse,” I correct quietly, peeking my head from behind the trunk.

  “Luke,” the first boy answers as he shakes my dad’s hand and glances over in my direction, smiling.

  The girl speaks up this time, shaking my dad’s hand. "Hi. I'm Luke’s sister, Deanna. This is Mikey."

  I poke my head out to at least acknowledge them. "Hi," I say quietly and then quickly bury my head back in the trunk.

  They start conversing about school and my dad’s ears perk up when they tell him they attend Bay Point High. I can almost hear him thinking, great. I found some friends for her.’ He tells them I will be attending Bay Point in the fall.

  Then, the nosey brother, the one I think said his name was Luke, asks if I am going to be a Freshman. I can feel the heat in my cheeks and this time it isn’t due to the weather. I stop rummaging around in the trunk and shoot him a look. I could swear he smirks at me.

  My dad lets out a chuckle. "No… JJ will be a Junior."

  I didn’t hear neighbor-boy say anything funny. I self-consciously go back to fiddling around in the trunk, while they talk as if I’m not there. What doesn't my dad get about keeping quiet? I'm already nervous enough about meeting people my age, let alone looking like I do. Especially, these people. Just what I need for a confidence booster. My first day in Bay Point and I have to meet probably the three best looking kids in the school. Oh, I should fit in great, I think sarcastically as I listen intently on what they are discussing. The girl will be a Junior come fall and the boys will be Seniors.