Jordan and Dahlia have been best friends since they met on the playground at age 3. Follow their journey over the next two decades as life, love, opportunities, and sacrifice all play major roles in where their lives go.
🥇-#1- #younglove 9/2/21
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Dahlia stretched and let out a big yawn before reaching for her phone, tucked under her pillow.
She smiled, seeing she had gotten up early enough to head over to the dining hall for breakfast.
After a quick shower, she changed into a comfy sweater and jeans, and slipped on her favorite black combat boots, a vintage pair she found one Saturday while shopping with Kat.
As she made her way to her first class, she stopped by a vending machine and grabbed two monster Red Bulls, one of which she finished in the 6 minute walk to class.
She stood outside the class, smiling and greeting a few classmates she knew, but her smile grew even bigger when she saw Jordan walking up the stairs.
His first class was pretty early so after walking over to his second class, he was greeted like he was every morning-- a way too perky Dahlia holding a 20oz Red Bull for Jordan.
"Moooorning Jordy!"
She skipped over to him in a happy mood, not having seen him since the night before.
Just before she could open the energy drink, Jordan grabbed it,thanking her for it before they headed into class.
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"You guys really are the worst."
Jordan ignored Marcus' comment for a moment, focusing on Dahlia and her intriguing lips. He pulled away from her reluctantly, staring at her puckered pout for another moment, before glancing over at Marcus, who was sitting next to Kat.
Jordan and Dahlia, who were both straddling the same bench, looked over at Marcus and Kat.
"There you are, Lia. I was beginning to think you had grown a Prescott on your face."
