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 | T/W - BULIMIA MENTIONED
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Candace was in utter shock. What were the odds that the girl from her spontaneous make out session was suddenly the new girl at school? She was sure this would bite her in the ass sooner or later. She should've known that doing something so irresponsible like that would inevitably find her again.
How could she have been so stupid? Everyone saw. Everyone saw their lips latch onto one another and move continuously at the rhythm of whatever song had been booming through the speaks. Jude's hands lingering on her waist, and reaching over for her thigh . . .
She shook away the intrusive thoughts, swinging her racket to harshly make contact with the incoming tennis ball. A point for her. Her lips settled into a lopsided smile, shrugging her shoulders at Serena who didn't seem too happy at her younger sister beating her.
Candace walked over to the bench where her duffel bag resided, reaching inside of it for her cellphone and hand towel. She patted down her sweaty forehead and chest, unlocking her cell.
While responding to whatever messages she had, she smiled triumphantly at Serena, who reached over for her own bag. "Once again—I am champion," Serena scoffed harshly. "So tell me, Serena, how does it feel to be bested by your younger sister?"
"Oh, shut up, Candace. You got lucky." Serena spat, already irritated. The two of them slung their bags over their shoulders, beginning a walk into the restrooms.
Candace disagreed, "really? Just like I got lucky last time, too?"
"Okay, enough." Serena pushed her shoulder, almost knocking the younger girl onto her feet. Candace regained her balance, falling several feet behind her older sister. Serena had always been a sore loser. And it didn't help that Candace had always been a sore winner.
The two girls made their way into the women's restroom of the country club and swiftly began changing out of their tennis attire which consisted of a white skirt and simple top. Along with a pair of plain white trainers.
After a quick shower, with her trying not to wet her hair, Candace changed into a summer dress that hugged her figure kindly, pulling her hair out of its hold at the top of her head, letting it fall down her shoulders.
Just as she spritzed perfume onto her neck and collarbones, Serena came from around the corner with a similar outfit, although her hair was pulled into a tight ponytail with small pieces falling onto her forehead.
After quietly agreeing to head into the main lounge, the girls put on their brightest faces, smiling at everyone who passed. Candace ignored the way her stomach grumbled.
She could feel all eyes on her from every direction of the country club. She knew that since she was going to school with most of their children, everyone knew she was away during the summer. Although, nobody knew why.
