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BOOK TWO IS ALSO IN THIS BUT IT IS DISCONTINUED!
Alexis Cassidy Baxter. Commonly known as Alex. Football; comfort; determined.
Jayden Bryce. Commonly known as Jay. Soccer; "bad boy" (not really...
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Squinting at the sudden bursts of daylight that held accountable laughters and sadness and every emotion known to mankind, I rubbed my orbs. Blinking a few times to adjust to the light, I looked at the clock. 6 am, sweet.
Stretching, I grabbed my phone and saw a call from Uncle Leo at around midnight. Why? I had no idea. I quickly pulled myself out of bed, waking Jayden up, and jumped into the bathroom to change. My clothes were already in there so why not just change there, right?
I then brushed my teeth and washed my face in cold water, waking myself up more. After I was satisfied, I walked out, towel in hand and pulled on some ankle socks, and my black trainers.
I gave it five more minutes and Jayden was also done, so we quickly jogged our and went for our half an hour run.
I always ran, and coincidentally, I had gotten Jayden into running in the mornings too. "Remember the time you bumped into me when we were running?" I voiced, smiling fondly at the moment that felt so far away, yet being only a few months ago.
"Yeah, I bumped into you and you were not taking any attitude from me." Jayden laughed along, and I nodded, turning my run slowly into a jog.
"You were an ass. Actually, I don't know what I'm talking about, you still are." I sighed, shaking my head. "But you love me anyways."
"I hate that it's true." I grumbled, coming to a half in my jogs and beginning to walk. We walked into the cafe that we always walked into after a run, coincidentally, and ordered breakfast.
When we were done, we jogged our way home and took long showers each, Jayden going first this time. I know, shocker. Two hours later of reaching home, I finally got out of the god damn bathroom, and was braiding my hair into boxer braids.
Yes, my hair was newly blow-dried. I loved the feeling of warm fluffy hair, mainly because I had straight hair, naturally.
"Can we go get breakfast now?" Jayden asked, staring at his phone. "But didn't we just-" I began before getting interrupted.
"Oh yeah. Why am I still hungry?" He asked looking up at me and I shrugged my shoulders, tying the ends of my braids with a scrunchie.
I don't usually wear them, I just felt like wearing them, though.
After braiding my hair, I pushed Jayden lightly for him to make space for me and then I sat down next to him, except with my history essay. It was the last thing I needed to do, and then I would be a free bird on the coach back, and for the remaining time here.
I had no idea what the question asked. It was something about US history. I had only ever learned about British history, and the ancient Egyptians, the Greeks and all that stuff. But we'd never come across US history, other than their involvement in world war 2.
