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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...
"We wear the same shirts as our fathers, and our hearts upon our sleeve." ~ 5SOS // hearts upon our sleeves ✨
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"Wake up!" Jayden hissed under the covers and I pouted, eyes shut tightly. I'd slept in, a lot longer than I normally did. And it was aggravating Jay. He even knew I was awake.
"Alex, please! I'm hungry..." he whined and I sighed, slowly changing myself to be in a sitting position. I held my face in my hands and groaned.
Please remind me that training with Joey doesn't need to be done until 11. I didn't hit the need until 12:30. And now I couldn't bring myself to get the fuck out of bed.
This sounded stupidly pathetic.
"Alex, I beg you...!" Jayden pestered and I nodded, rubbing my eyes. I'm pretty sure I looked like a witch that just woke up from the abyss of a hell. I wouldn't be surprised though. I could feel my hair was floating in all directions and I could literally see myself looking like complete, utter shit in the mirror.
Trudging my way slowly to the bathroom, I didn't even bother looking at myself. I'd end up blinding myself, and I needed my eyesight very much, thanks. I mean, how else was I supposed to ogle at my boyfriend. That's such a weird term.
I'd never actually thought I'd ever use that term. I don't know, it's just not me using Jay term. Or maybe it is me, and I'm just growing up. Either way, I liked this change.
After sleeping on the toilet, literally, I washed my face with very cold water to wake me up, and when I was done, I quickly combed my hair. When it was in a nice enough, straight ponytail, I brushed my teeth. It was the most randomised order I'd ever done for anything in my life.
When I walked out, I saw Jayden taking out a blue hoodie from my bag and had previously taken out some shorts. At least he knows my style. "Is this my hoodie?" He asked and then I took a long look at it.
"Yeah," I responded, finally. "It was when paint got splattered all over us and I took my own one off - leaving me in a tank top. That obviously riled you up enough to hand over your own clean sweater."
"Oh yeah, I remember that." A small smile played on his lips, as he remembered the memory. Something cut him off though, as he quickly shoved the stuff into my arms and told me to hurriedly put them on.
Someone's on their man period.
When I was done, I ran into the room and wore my black nike air maxes, slipping into them nearly. When I was done, Jayden did a once over the both of us and then decided we were decent, before dragging me out to breakfast. You might as well call it brunch.
"Hey, weren't Cody and Ava coming today?" Jayden asked me after we'd ordered our usual from the cafe that was always on the way home from our morning exercises. Only difference was we didn't do them this morning, and I only had myself to blame.
