Alexia's POV
Even though I protested, Kayden ended up dropping me off directly in front of my house. He offered to walk me to the door but I refused and he left after kissing me on the cheek and making sure I got in safely.
I was currently clutching my teddy bear tightly and standing awkwardly at the entrance. I could hear voices but they were faint.
I turned the corner to see Jonah and his dad.
Fucking hell.
Don't they ever leave?
I rolled my eyes as I walked past them, not saying a word to either of them as I walked up the stairs to my room.
As usual, I didn't see mother anywhere in sight. I sighed and walked into my room, locking it behind me.
After changing into an old t-shirt, I bounced on the bed and sniffed the teddy bear hard.
Kayden.
I bit my lip in thought as I giggled.
Dude, I giggled.
He's so sweet though. Taking me to the amusement park and being so patient with me.
You know what?
I'm done fighting it. I'm just gonna let it happen either way.
I picked up my phone and sent him a text.
Me: hey..you home yet?
Kayden: yeah... you?
Me: look who's got jokes.
Kayden: I should go into standup actually.
I grinned as I prepared to reply but then my phone started to ring and I saw it was an incoming call from Kayden.
I picked up and held the phone to my ear, sitting up.
"Lexia?" His deep voice rumbled from the other side of the phone.
"Don't call me-" I started to snap then paused.
Damn it, Alexia.
"What?" He asked. "You okay?"
"Yeah..never mind. Are you in bed already?" I asked, sliding under the covers.
"Of course not, it's just nine pm." He chuckled.
"Well, it's late enough for me." I mumbled.
"Okay, granny."
"Oh, shut up." I said and he laughed.
"So.." He started. "Tomorrow is the football game. You're still gonna come, right?"
A football game?
Damn it. If I say no, he's gonna think I still don't like him or something. But I don't feel like attending a stupid football game.
I don't even know anything about football.
"You there?" He called out.
"Yeah uh, sure, I'll be there." I cleared my throat.
"Really? I don't wanna impose if it's too much." He asked.
"Nah, it's cool." I shrugged even though he couldn't see me.
"Awesome. Do you wanna wear my number?" He asked in a teasing tone.
"What's that?" I blinked.
"You really don't know a thing about football, do you?" He tutted.
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