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 | • • • | Candace |
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Candace found it a little difficult to breathe. The brunette standing beside her, carried a certain heat that Candace had never experienced before. It made her skin crawl, aching just to turn and begin in quiet conversation. But the bundle of nerves in her stomach told her otherwise.
When Jude, the new girl, had walked into Claire's bedroom in all her tall, dark-haired, and dark-eyed beauty—Candace forgot how to inhale and exhale properly on her own. And now, the girl stood directly beside her, as if she wanted this sort of reaction. The shorter brunette had never felt so uncomfortable.
She watched as Jude engaged in pleasant conversation with Claire and Whitney, earning the occasional reply from Sloane. "So, Jude, got any siblings?" Claire asked, lying down with her stomach flat on her bedspread. Her feet lifted into the air while she held her chin in the palm her hand. "Any brothers as gorgeous as you?"
Jude laughed kindly, Candace's stomach fluttering in the process. "No, I don't have any brothers, sorry—but thank you."
Claire flashed another one of her grins, listening in closely as Whitney began to delve into such plain detail about how all four girls have been the bests of friends since they were just little girls—of course excluding Kendall from the conversation. Candace found it hard to ignore that.
The youngest of them all sat in the corner of the room, twiddling with her thumbs while the rest of the girls talked and talked, for hours on end. Her saddened features were hidden well by her frizzy, brown hair that sat on her shoulders. Candace wanted to say something. She wanted so badly to speak out for Kendall—but the fear outweighed her sorrow.
"You're a junior, right?" Asked a curious Claire.
"No way, you're way too hot to be a junior—you're definitely a senior." Whitney interrupted.
Jude chuckled, seeming to become a little uncomfortable by everyone's questioning. But still, Candace wasn't too sure. The brunette who stood beside her was difficult to read during a first impression—or maybe that was just her personality. Candace hadn't noticed that she was staring while these thoughts flew through her mine one by one.
"Yeah, I'm a senior," Jude answered, shifting her attention toward Candace, who couldn't find it in her to meet Jude's eyes that felt as if they were calling out to her. "What about you?"
The rest of the girls seemed to be a little confused as to why Jude had asked Candace this question—seeing as Claire was one who had questioned the tall brunette in the first place. Candace took a few seconds to gather her words and thoughts, not wanting to trip over her sentence.
They all watched her with expected eyes, including Jude. "I-I'm a junior." Candace's eyes finally met Jude's, resulting in the hairs on the back of her neck rising along with the ones on her arm. Her answer was simple and short, yet earned a small, kind smile from the girl who stood beside her. Candace's usually quiet heart fluttered.
