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Josephine Devereaux has spent her entire life wishing she liked change & spontaneity. But when she gets accepted into Southern Chicago U's forensics program, change suddenly isn't so scary. Fast forward two years- she's a junior at the...
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"It's Josephine."
When I woke up from my nap, I was pretty bummed.
I was having the most amazing dream. I was fifteen again with Puppy perched on my lap, and yes, my ten-year-old self wouldn't budge on the name Puppy for my orange tabby cat. The two of us sat in front of the TV, both intently watching the Chicago Bulls play basketball. Michael Jordan was killing it, and I got to watch him do it live, as if he didn't retire when I was three years old. Then the game stopped, and Michael looked directly at the TV, breaking the fourth wall. He then proceeded to climb out of the TV, and into my living room, grabbing my hand and bringing me outside to play basketball with him, as Ana De Armas, my own personal cheerleader, stood on the sidelines cheering me on. Right as I was about to dunk the ball, I woke up to the sound of a girl screaming in a high-pitched voice, my stomach instantly dropping when I realized it was just a dream.
I didn't expected for my stomach to drop again shortly after, and I definitely didn't think Josephine Devereaux would be why.
"I'm aware Josie." I retort quickly, hoping she didn't notice the brief hesitation before my response.
"You gonna let me go? I'm starting to get worried that you're immortalizing this moment in your mind so that you can jerk off to it when I'm gone."
My hand drops and the distance between us makes me release a breath I didn't realize I was holding. It comes out as a scoff, my lips twitching at her quick and vulgar insinuation.
My eyes follow her as she turns around, making her way back to the couch, falling into the gap between Sawyer and Declan. Sawyer is focused on the TV, seemingly not paying much mind to the interaction, but I recognize the ghost of a slight smirk on his lips at her jab. Declan has his head cocked to the side, his expression resembling a confused dog.
"You guys know each other?" Declan questions.
"Remember that super crazy stalker I had who was madly in love with me and wrote me Shakespearean letters begging me to make love to her? That was Josie here!" I respond quickly, before she has time to get a word in. She scoffs, rolling her eyes, leaning back and taking a long swig of what appears to be her second beer, judging by the empty can in my hand that I had grabbed before she fell.
"Since when did you learn to read, Daniels?" she remarks, feigning a shocked expression.
"We have the same major, been in the same classes for a while." She adds, turning to Declan to answer his question.
Declan nods, turning his focus back on the game. Josie's focus is also on the game, though I can't tell whether she just is genuinely engrossed in the game or if she's just ignoring me. I walk away from the main area towards the kitchen to greet the other voices I hear.
Kofi and Serena stand next to each other, Kofi's 6'6 self making Serena look like a midget, but she doesn't fail to remind us that she is the average height for a woman anytime we comment on the hilarity of it. I lean against the counter and grab a beer.
