A story in which Candace Porter meets Jude Garner in a bedroom during a party, and the two of them begin an instant relationship full of love, trust, heartache and sabotage.
Candace Porter, sixteen-year-old tennis prodigy doesn't know much about Jud...
| W H E N C A N D A C E M E T J U D E | • • • | Jude |
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Jude hated small towns. There was nothing interesting to do. And there was too much gossip. Jude hated gossip. The last place she and Wendy lived was New Haven, which wasn't exactly a picnic, either. Or maybe it wasn't small towns, necessarily.
Maybe it was just Connecticut as a whole.
Once she and Wendy finished dinner, it was the young brunettes job to clean and rinse their dishes in the sink, just like most nights. The red headed woman had already headed to her bedroom for bed, claiming that they both had big days the next day and needed their rest.
Jude agreed, although she had no intention of falling asleep anytime soon. She didn't sleep very much—at least not during the week. This showed on her features, the dark circles under her eyes and the paleness of her skin giving it away.
The tall brunette didn't wear much makeup, but since becoming a teenager and losing more and more sleep, concealer was her best friend. She had tubes and tubes of it sitting in her desk drawer in her bedroom. This was mostly a caution for her, just so that Wendy didn't ask too many questions about why she wasn't getting much sleep.
But if someone were to ask Jude why she didn't get much sleep, her mere answer would be that there were only twenty-four hours in a day. Not enough time for her to eat, shower, read, go to work, study, study again, and then do some more studying. And people wonder how she had such remarkable grades.
Her only sacrifice was a healthy sleeping schedule.
She also needed to squeeze some time in for some person release. Because she knew that if she didn't, she'd be one big ball of stress with an uptight personality.
Once the dishes were done and finishing off in the drying rack, Jude wandered over to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She did a little more unpacking, pushing the remains of her folded clothing into the drawers of her dresser, the rest being hung in her closet.
Feelings a little bored, Jude grabbed the towel hanging off of the edge of her bed that was left there by Wendy, just in case the brunette felt like showering. Jude felt thankful because yes, after a full day of moving and unpacking she did feel like showering. Desperately.
Jude dragged her feet into she and her aunts shared restroom, turning the knob of the shower onto its hottest temperature. She stepped inside, her body instantly coated by the warm water. It relaxed every tense and sore muscle she'd strained from carrying such heavy boxes and furniture.
Once she'd washed herself from head to toe, she stepped out again, wincing at the cold tile flooring of the restroom. She wrapped herself in the towel she'd hung on the rack, and made her way into her bedroom.
