chapter 3

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Kady's POV:
I sat in my history class for an hour an a half after school just tapping pencils, humming songs, playing with my hair. Just wasting away my cheering time, and I know my coach is going to be mad. Finally I was released from the torture, I went and grabbed my bag out of the locker and ran to the bathroom and put on my uniform. I was hoping maybe I'd be able to sneak into the end of the game, but when I got there the stands had cleared and the only people left where Tristan and Treshane, they were doing there normal thing of pushing each other around calling each other some vulgar words.

Tristan and I have been dating for almost 2 years now. I love Tristan very much but sometimes I swear this kid is not 18, he always acts 5 and very immature but he's really funny which is a key quality to me.

Treshawn is first to see me and he mumbled something to Tristan and they both laughed. I walked over to them and Tristan grabs me in a huge hug, I feel tiny compared to him but then again I'm only 5'4 and he's 6'1. "Tris, I can't breathe" I playfully punch him. He released me and treshawn nudges him. "Sorry I missed the game... I would have much rather been here." He smiled at me and he wrapped his arm around me.

"Well we should go, alyssan"

"What?" I was so confused I threw his arm off my shoulder and looked at him sternly. While treshawn in the back looks like he's just robbed a building, a guilty, dirty, liar.

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SO I KNOW THIS IS A SHORT CHAPTER SORRY... BUT COMMENT WHAT YOU GUYS THINK

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