The Only One for You | Jude Bellingham (Completed)

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Avery Callum
No Way

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"He's undeniably the most attractive man I've ever seen. His gaze makes me feel all kinds of funny on the inside," I shared with Lisa as I got ready for another Spanish class.

"Now, this is the juicy stuff I've been waiting for!" she exclaimed through the phone. I had it propped against something while I did my makeup, feeling the need to make an effort with my appearance now that my handsome classmate had captured my attention.

"Don't get too excited. A man that good-looking has to have someone. If he doesn't, something's definitely wrong," I replied, trying to temper expectations.

"Girl we need to investigate then. We gotta check if he has more than two jeans too. We know his name is Jude but Jude what? There's tons of Jude" she said sounding a bit disappointed that I didn't have enough information to launch her investigation.

"Two jeans will never live that down, but that's better than TD", I laughed which made her sighed, TD was Tiny dick. To this day we never understood the mystery of her being with a small dick problematic man "I will find out tonight, don't worry" I assured applying my lipgloss.

"Also I need to call Michael. Can you believe Jude said Bellingham is overrated. That's the name of the player on the back of the shirt he gave me." I said to refresh her memory.

"You know what would be crazy," she said before pausing. "If your classmate was Jude Bellingham. I was watching the game with Mike the day you left. That man is FINE."

"Oh, Bellingham's first name is Jude too. I think Soneil mentioned that. Yeah, that would be crazy," I admitted. "But that's fine because the Jude in my class is so breathtaking, Lisa, I can't," I cooed as I rested my hand over my heart.

"Sneak a picture because if he looks better than Jude Bellingham. He's basically Jesus then" she said dramatically.

"I gotta google that Bellingham guy to see what you mean. But I gotta go or I'm gonna be late. Diego should be here any minute.

My driver arrived, and I couldn't deny the nervous flutter in my stomach as I anticipated seeing Jude again. Thoughts of him had lingered since our last encounter.

As I entered the Spanish classroom, my pulse quickened with the expectation of encountering Jude once more. The familiar surroundings of desks and white board felt charged with a newfound energy.

Surprisingly, Juan, our teacher, was absent. The room seemed to hold its breath as I spotted Jude, a magnetic presence in the midst of the empty seats. Our eyes locked, and a subtle smile played on his lips. He's early and I was surprised maybe last class was a one off thing.

Was he as anxious to see me again as I was to see him? Or am I being delusional to even question that.

"Hey" I said as I got comfortable in my seat beside his. His cologne filled the air and I had to fight to the moan back.

"Hey," he greeted with that familiar smile playing on his lips.

"I'm surprised we're here first, has this ever happened before?" I inquired.

"Not sure. I'm usually late," the words effortlessly rolled off his tongue. I smiled, the look on his face lowkey suggested he knew why I did.