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 couldn't believe herself. Only a few hours beforehand, she'd kissed someone she barely knew on the lips. In front of at least half of the entire junior and class that had attended the party. But even after all of the humiliation and dread that came after the kiss—that was still the best kiss she'd ever experienced.
It was better than all the times she had kissed Finn, any other guy, any other girl—it was simply just better. But once she delved back into the thoughts of the kiss, she began wondering if she would ever see the girl again. And what the kiss might've meant to her.
Because Candace might as well crawl into a hole and die if Jude hadn't felt the same way. But how could she not? The kiss was genuine, sweet, and passionate all at once. Candace had never experienced anything like it before. Not even playing tennis—something she loved so dearly—could surpass the night before.
Thankfully, once Sloane had dropped everybody back off at their respected homes, Candace had managed to find her way back into her home without anybody noticing. Not even her father, who practically slept with one eye open.
Candace lied there in bed, a dumb smile playing itself on her still swollen lips. She held her comforter close into her chest, not wanting to get up and begin the day. But alas, not all great things last forever and the young brunette was awoken by her shouting sister.
"You better be getting ready!" Serena shouted from the other side of the door, knocking frantically. "I have an AP test during first period and I cannot be late. So, if you are not downstairs and ready in under thirty minutes—you can find another ride to school."
This was enough to pull the sluggish girl out from beneath her comforter. "C-Coming!" She shouted back, jumping out of bed and into her restroom. She didn't need to rush too much seeing as it wasn't like she needed a long time to pick her outfit. She wore the same thing everyday. With the exception of jewelry or her book bag.
Those changed occasionally.
Her uniform and school shoes were already primed and ironed by her mother, and placed on her desk that stood right beside her bedroom door. After a shower and dressing herself, Candace sat down at the desk, beginning her hair and makeup.
The alarm that sat on the nightstand beside her bed told her that she had only about ten minutes left before Serena would, without a doubt, leave her at home. Candace pulled her hair back into its accustomed ponytail, coating her skin with its usual layer of light makeup.
After slipping into her school shoes, poking her hoops through her earlobes and a soft spritz of perfume, she and Serena were out of the front door. The two girls spared their parents a last goodbye before pulling out of the gated driveway, and heading off.
