Jaelyn Cutter
Ring! Ring! Once again the alarm rang in another beautiful morning, trying to wake up sleeping beauty.
Not.
I turned off the annoying red clock, grudgingly trying to get off the bed, who loved me so much, crying as my body left it's warmth.
Maybe, just a little more shut eye.
"Jaelyn Cutter! Are you awake?!" Yeah, no shut eye for Jae.
"Yes mom!" I shouted back to my mother, who is probably downstairs.
I gazed at the alarm clock, the annoying, red devil spawn. I already have a phone anyway, why do I still have this?
I got off my bed (forcefully), stretching and finally get ready for school.
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I walked out of the house, leaving my mom and my little brother inside. I twirled my keys on my finger and walked to school.
Why didn't I take the bus? Too many people.
Why didn't I drive a car? Didn't have one, nor a driver's license.
Why didn't I ride a bike? Oh, that thing is broken. After the accident of 2013- me and my little bro crashing it onto a tree without riding it, that bike has just been a twisted object in the empty garage. So twisted maybe you can call it art.
As I entered the school gates, a 2015 Honda shadow phantom motorcycle zoomed past me. It parked near the entrance, as the rider took of his black helmet.
Girls almost squealed at the sight of him, the guys envy his popularity and looks, and maybe his top notch scores in like EVERYTHING.
And that is, Kai Fukuda. Half Japanese-American, asian charm with a spice of that American vibe. He transferred to this school about a year ago, leaving good impressions here and there. Making girls fall for him in an instant.
And let me tell you.
I'm no exception.
He placed his helmet down, takes his messenger bag, and surprisingly, waved at me.
Kai Fukuda.
Just waved, at Jaelyn Cutter.
What? How? Why?
He smiled and walked over to me.
"Hey Jae! You done with the chemistry homework?" I completely blanked as his mesmerizing dark brown eyes gazed down to my light brown ones.
His jet black hair, swept to the side, as always.
"Huh? What homework?" Why did I have to have temporary memory loss in front of him? Of all people? Him?
"Ehh? You didn't do it?! Page 78 or something!" Actually, did I do it? I forgot.
I dug into my messenger bag and flipped open the textbook, luckily opening page 78 at the first try. Hellaaaa!
I did it!
"Oh, you have done it! Wow memory loss so young?" He teased with a small smirk, he ruffled my brown hair and walked off.
What the hell was that?
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A/N - Helloooo! RE-Play back again with a story, now an original one, after like- idk, a year? I can't guarantee regular updates, but I'll be writing. I promise :')
This will be kinda shitty but yeah, please just bear with me.
This story will be written in the point of view of the two main characters, Jae and Kai!
Heads up, Kai's half Japanese, so in his point of views, he will mention his last name first. (ex. Fukuda Kai).
That's it! So wait for the next update!
Cheers, RE-Play.
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No Signal
Ficção Adolescente[ON HOLD] 'Conflicted by these mixed signals of yours' // 'I'd love to be next to you, but I guess you're not interested' A story told from the point of views of two weird, clueless, confused teens. // RE-Play
