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 was having a terrible morning. Her head was pounding unapologetically due to the amount of alcohol she'd consumed the night before. Which had been over her usual limit of two cups and then water to wash it all down and hydrate. She rolled out of bed that morning with her bed-head sticking out in all sorts of directions and her outfit from the night before strewn all over the ground.
Then it sunk in—she started at a new school that very morning. The preppy school.
Before Wendy had left for her first day of work as a retail saleswoman, she warned Jude that she had to be awake bright and early, ready to take on the day. Jude had laughed in her face, which resulted in her aunt tossing a stray shoe at the young girl's chest.
Jude's school uniform was folded and sat gently atop of her wooden desk. Wendy had ordered it from the school's online manufacturer days ago, but it had only arrived the day before. It looked completely different from anything Jude had ever worn before.
And if it were up to her, she'd have gone in a different direction rather than waltzing down the hallways in a plaid skirt, knee-high socks, and a cashmere sweater. To say that the outfit had been expensive was an understatement. The young brunette and her aunt could only afford to buy one, meaning she'd be wearing the exact same outfit every single day.
Jude showered, dressed herself in the outfit, then took a second to pick and prod at herself in the mirror. She'd hated how unflattering she felt in the preppy outfit. It didn't look like her at all.
There was about forty-five minutes left before school even began, when the young girl set about toward the school. It was a long walk. An unbelievably long walk, but after a few moments, she decided it was worth it.
Connecticut carried a certain feeling that Jude wasn't always fond of. But she'd be lying if she said that she hated the landscaping. The trees were as green as ever, and the sky was a pale blue with very few hints of clouds which allowed the sun to blaze down at her.
Sure, she was sweating bullets underneath her white-collared shirt and thick sweater, but it was worth it. The walk was worth it. The walk also gave her a lot of time to think. Especially about the night before.
Jude had pushed the thoughts and memories of the night prior down since the moment she woke up. But she couldn't help it—every time she pushed, they just bulldozed their way back into her head. And there was nothing more frustrating than an intrusive thought she just couldn't shake.
But that girl—oh, that girl—she had been beyond Jude's words and descriptions. Candace had been her name and Jude could not get enough of her. The memory of her long dark hair cascading down her gentle shoulders. The dress—that damn dress—she wore, which hugged her ample, yet shapely figure.
