Will You Forgive: Part 3
A/N: I know I didn't really explain this but, John and Randy are in their second year of college and they are 19 years old.
Jordan stared in disbelief as she saw Randy Orton walk into her house, she never expected to see him again. After what happened between them she wasn't expecting to see him.
"You two know each other?" John asked as he looked from Randy to Jordan.
"Yeah." Randy said looking at Ava.
"How?"
"Um… John, I think it's time I told you something." Jordan said walking into the living and sitting on the couch with Ava still in her arms as John and Randy followed.
"What?" John asked, his voice more serious then before.
"Remember when I went to visit you in Massachusetts because you were busy and couldn't come home?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Well, remember that party I went to? Um… I got there and I had a few drinks. And then I noticed a guy next to me who was pretty drunk to. We started talking and then one thing led to another and… we had sex. When I woke up the next morning I realized what had happened, and I realized the guy I slept with was in college as well. I got scared and left. Then a few weeks later I went back to see him and tell him I was pregnant. When I told him he said that he wanted nothing to do with the baby or me." Jordan said looking down at Ava who was asleep. "John, that guy was, Randy."
John's head whipped around and he stared at Randy like he was gonna kill him. "You stupid son of a bitch." John said getting up and punching Randy in the face. "You fucking have sex with my little sister who is four years younger then you I might add, get her pregnant, and then say you want nothing to do with the baby, or her. You asshole." John said punching him again.
Jordan put Ava in the playpen and got up from her place on the couch and grabbed onto John to try to stop him from hitting Randy again.
"I'm sorry. I was drunk and I wasn't thinking." Randy said backing away.
"Yeah, you weren't." John said trying to pull away from his sister.
"John, stop!" Jordan yelled.
"No, stay out of this." John said as he pulled out of Jordan's grasp on his arm.
Jordan fell back from the force and hit her head on the corner of the coffee table. She yelled in pain, John looked over his shoulder and saw what he had done. He ran to Jordan's side and helped her up, he apologized over and over again, and hugged her.
"I'm so sorry." John said hugging her. "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, John. I know you didn't mean to." Jordan replied rubbing the back of her head.
"Are you okay?" Randy asked taking a step forward.
"I'm fine." Jordan said walking over to Ava who was now crying because of all the noise. "I'm gonna go upstairs and put Ava to bed. Then I'm gonna come back down and me and Randy are gonna have a little talk." Jordan said picking up Ava and walking up the stairs.
15 Minutes Later
When Jordan walked back into the living room she sat on the couch opposite of Randy, and John was playing a video game.
"So, why did you come here?" Jordan asked trying to get right to the point.
"I wanted to see, Ava."
"No."
"Why not? She's my daughter to." Randy said.
"Really? If she is really your daughter then you will be able to tell me everything about her, right?" Jordan asked sarcastically.
"Um…"
"Let me help you. Her full name is Ava Whitney Scott, she was born on July 2, she weighed 5 pounds and 6 ounces, and she was born at 5:35 in the morning. And do you wanna know what hurt the most? It wasn't the twelve hours I was in labor with her, it was knowing her father wasn't there to see her." Jordan said as she started to cry.
John paused the video game he was playing and put an arm around Jordan's shoulder and kissed the top of her head.
"Well, I'm here now, and I wanna spend as much time with her as possible. Please, Jordan?"
Just then Taylor ran into the house with her new friends Carly Ryan, and Zoe Carter. They all had on really short skirts, and belly shirts. And were being really loud.
"Tonight was so much fun." Taylor said laughing.
"I know." Carly replied.
When Taylor turned around she saw John and Randy standing in the living room. She didn't bother even saying hi to John because they never got along. And she didn't even know who the hell Randy was.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Randy."
"Oh. What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to see, Ava." Randy replied looking over at Jordan.
"Why?" Taylor asked.
"Because…. She's my daughter."
Taylor laughed and had to grab onto the arm of the chair next to her to stop herself from falling over. "So, you're the one who got my whore of a sister pregnant."
"I'm not a whore!" Jordan screamed.
"Whatever, I'm going to Zoe's, be back whenever." Taylor said walking out of the house.
"Anyway. Please, Jordan?" Randy begged.
"Fine."