Teenage Fever // Jude Bellingham

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"That's the worst one for sure." Jobe said with a hint of judgment in his voice as he pointed at one of the pictures from yesterday that we had been going through in my camera roll.

Gio made a noise of agreement from next to me, taking a sip from his coffee — well, my coffee to be exact.

"You're supposed to pick out the best ones, not the worst ones." I complained with a sigh before closing my phone, earning a complaint from Jobe.

I got up from my seat to walk over to the coffee machine in order to make a new cup for myself. It might possibly be my third one of the day, and it was only ten, but I expected to need a lot of caffeine to function today.

The first thing I've woken up to this morning was a decent increase of people attempting to follow me and a variety of articles that revealed my identity while trying to give an insight into me and Jude's relationship by 'connecting the dots' between last night and my previous — back then rumored — appearances.

I ignored them all and deleted instagram, at least for now. I'd deal with it later.

I wasn't sure how to feel about the whole thing. I knew it was bound to happen, but I think I might've been to careless. I definitely underestimated this whole thing. I thought it'd get as big as the average school rumor given that this was still just Dortmund and not Hollywood, but apparently people were much more invested than I had thought.

At least the press pics were cute. I would've posted some of them if it wasn't for my anxiety.

"Forget that picture, he tops it." Jobe commenting with a laugh made me snap back into the presence.

The machine let the last few drops of my coffee drip into the cup as I looked over my shoulder to see Jude walking towards me, flipping off his brother in the process.

My eyes followed him as he glanced around to made sure Gio wasn't watching to make fun of him, before sneaking one arm around my waist; his chest brushing against my chest when he leaned down to press a chaste kiss on my cheek.

The smell of his body wash flooded my nose, the one that I have grown so weirdly attached to.

He mumbled a 'morning' against my cheek before straightening himself. His gaze fell onto my cup of coffee, causing him to scrunch his nose in a exaggeratedly disgusted expression.

I shook my head at him, returning a 'good morning' while smiling to myself.

His arm slips from my waist as he walked over to the fridge, grabbing a cold water bottle that he seemed to drink in one gulp.

For someone who was as gone as he was last night, he actually wasn't in such bad condition. He did look tired, and he also did still kind of walk like a newborn deer but other than that, he was fine.

Jobe was just finding amusement in dragging him — but who was I to talk, I loved teasing my brother too.

I went to sit back down on my previous seat, sipping on my coffee while my eyes were trained on my boyfriends back as he searched through his cupboards to watch his muscles contradict underneath the fabric of his white t-shirt.

I was lost in some interesting thoughts, completely blending out the conversation around me when my phone started buzzing in my pocket.

I just accepted the call absentmindedly.

It wasn't until I heard my mom's voice calling me by my full name that realization had settled in.