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Chapter 11

The final bell still echoed in Jaden's ears as he and Jenna stepped out into the late-afternoon air. He held the front of her backpack nervously, as if it would shield him from the memory of all the boys staring all day, and Jenna—still in Jaden's body—walked right beside him, close enough that their arms brushed.

They didn't speak until they got to the car.

Once they buckled in, Jaden finally let out a long, shaky sigh.

Jenna glanced over at him.
"Rough day?"

He didn't answer immediately. He just stared out the window, his voice tiny in her throat.

"...everywhere I walked, someone was looking at me," he mumbled. "Like—they weren't looking at me, they were looking at—" He gestured helplessly at his borrowed body. "You know."

Jenna's expression softened. "I know. I saw it too. I wanted to punch half the guys in the hallway."

Silence settled for a moment—until Jaden suddenly turned toward her.

"Jenna... can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Who's Jacob?"

The question almost made Jenna swerve. "Wait—what? Why?"

"You were talking about him earlier with Makayla. And Makayla gave me this look like... like he mattered."

Jenna exhaled, long and deep, her shoulders relaxing slightly.

"Oh. That." She shook her head. "Jacob is nobody serious. He's just—some boy she and I both used to think was cute."

Jaden blinked. "Both?"

"Yeah. But it wasn't like that," she said quickly. "It wasn't some secret crush I was hiding from you. It was years ago. And honestly?" She laughed softly. "I was trying to get him and Makayla together, not me and him."

Jaden's small, borrowed shoulders eased a little.
"So you weren't... into him?"

"No," Jenna said firmly. "Not like that. Not now. Not while I was "with" and not now that I'm not in my own body.

Jaden stared at her for a long moment, her brown eyes glossy with leftover anxiety.

"...Okay," he whispered. "I believe you."

And he did.
Completely.

⸻

They walked inside to the quiet, clean living room that always smelled faintly of vanilla candles. Jenna tossed Jaden's bag to the couch and kicked off her shoes—too big on her feet now.

Jaden, still new to wearing skirt-length anything, immediately smoothed the hem down on reflex.

Jenna laughed gently.
"You're safe here. You don't have to panic about skirt rules right now."

"Good," he muttered. "I'm exhausted from... existing."

They spent the afternoon doing things neither of them would've ever dared to try before the body-swap:
Jaden taught Jenna how to throw a football properly in Jaden's stronger arms.
Jenna taught Jaden how to braid her—now his—soft hair without pulling too hard.
They made frozen pizza and argued over toppings.
They tried to walk in each other's natural posture—Jaden trying the light, balanced walk Jenna had while getting used to his hips swaying; Jenna trying Jaden's heavier, relaxed stride and failing miserably.

At one point, Jaden caught his reflection—Jenna's reflection—and frowned thoughtfully.

"I never realized you had to think about so much just to exist in public," he murmured.

"And I never realized how people just... leave boys alone," Jenna replied quietly from the couch. "No staring. No comments. No expectations."

They both fell silent, understanding each other in a way they never had before.

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Around 11:45 PM, after a movie they didn't finish, Jenna stretched and yawned.

"You can wear something comfortable to sleep in," she said gently. "Pretty sure my pajama shorts will fit you."

Jaden blushed lightly. "Those tiny ones?"

"You'll live."

He did. Barely.

Later, they stood in Jenna's bedroom, looking at her bed.

"Uh..." Jaden said. "There's only one."

"Yeah," Jenna replied. "But we've literally been each other all day. Sharing a bed isn't going to break anything."

"...Right."

They lay down awkwardly at first setting room between —Jaden stiff, Jenna rolling onto her back like she always did when tired.

For a few minutes, the room was quiet, except for the soft hum of the ceiling fan.

Then—very quietly—Jaden sniffled.

Jenna turned instantly.

"Jaden?"

He didn't answer. He pressed his hands to his face—her face—and curled inward, shoulders trembling.

"Hey—hey," Jenna whispered, scooting closer. "Talk to me."

"I hate this," he choked out. "I hate that every hallway, every class, every step—I felt like someone was looking at me like I wasn't a person."

His breathing hitched.

"It was just for one day," he said shakily. "You go through that every day. And I... I didn't know. I thought I did, but I didn't. And I'm sorry for every time I didn't take it seriously."

Jenna's expression softened with a kind of tenderness she rarely showed.
She thought for a moment then acted.

She wrapped her arms around him—her stronger, heavier arms—and pulled him gently into her chest.

Jaden froze for a second... then melted.
Completely.

He buried his face against her, his smaller borrowed body shaking as he let the fear and humiliation finally spill out.

"You're okay," Jenna whispered into his hair. "I've got you."

He clung to her shirt with small, trembling fingers.

"Thank you," he whispered brokenly.

She held him closer, her chin resting lightly on top of his head.

"It's over now," she murmured. "You're safe. And I'm not letting go."

Slowly, little by little, his shaking eased.

His breathing evened out.

His grip loosened.

And eventually—curled against her, wrapped in her arms—Jaden drifted to sleep.

Jenna stayed awake a few minutes longer, watching him with a soft, protective expression she could never have put into words.

Finally, she closed her eyes too.

And in each other's arms—still swapped, still confused, but closer than ever—they fell asleep.