When Jude Lockhart found out that his best friend and girlfriend were hooking up he was completely destroyed. The two people he cared for more than anything betrayed him. In truth, Jude Lockhart didn't think he would ever recover from such a massive...
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0 9 |Until There Was You
Jude was parked outside of Waverly's house contemplating on whether or not he should knock on her door or on her window. He knew her mother, whom he hadn't met yet, wouldn't be pleased to know that a stranger was asking for her presence in the midst of no purpose, really. But maybe Jude was overthinking things. He could lie and say they had a project together for a random class. Sneaking in the window, he realized, was more idiotic and devious. Then, there was the possibility he could knock on the wrong window altogether. He went with his first instinct.
He mustered up the courage to knock, and when the door swung open he was met with Waverly instead of Waverly's equally intimidating mother. Her eyes had dark crescents cascading under her eyes, her hair was messy, and she looked at Jude with perplexed, confused eyes. Her jaw was clenched.
"Jude, what the hell are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to check up on you," he admitted. "You weren't at school today."
"So, you decided to just drive over to my house because I wasn't at school?"
"Correct," he replied and Waverly made a face, nodding her head at his actions. To Jude his idea seemed genuine and justified, but maybe Waverly saw it a different way. In her eyes he was a stalker and in this situation he fit the title.
"I see you're fine, so, I'm gonna go," he confirmed, turning to leave the spot.
"Wait," Waverly halted. "Don't go."
Jude stopped walking but didn't turn around.
"Okay, maybe I was a little harsh," she reasoned. "Thanks, I guess, for checking up on me."
Jude turned around and Waverly lowered her gaze, crossing her arms. In that limelight she didn't look that intimidating. She looked vulnerable—the same girl Jude called weird before he actually knew her. It was odd how things worked out, placing them in these scenarios where they somehow became closer.
"Your apology isn't enough for me," Jude added, feeling the urge to negotiate. "You have to come to my game tomorrow."
Waverly raised an eyebrow and he could have sworn she was on the verge of laughing at the proposal. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not a fan of football."
"You don't have to be a fan. Just come and support me, alright?" he reasoned and Waverly raised an eyebrow. "Consider it."
"I will," Waverly replied with a small smile and after a beat she spoke again. "I wanna show you something."
