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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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As I looked around the room, I sighed contentedly. This place had gotten a spring clean, since tomorrow was the finals. We were so ready to beat Beverly Hills' asses.
It was 4 pm and practise was at 7 am, lasting until 11. I'd eaten, successfully finished all my assignments, packed most of my things and finished cleaning since then. Cody and Ava went back home last night after our celebratory party - which was non alcoholic, mind you - as today was a Monday.
We'd be leaving here on Tuesday, so tomorrow. There was a school dance or some shit on Friday to welcome our return - defeat or victory - or something along those lines. I just wanted there to be food because I'd probably be going out of forcefulness. The downsides of being on a school-based football team, I guess.
When Ava told me, she sighed and said we didn't even go dress shopping. Thank my lucky stars I didn't. I mean, I don't really have a problem with dresses, it's just that I prefer jeans, shorts and sweats. I could wear a dress for a night, maybe heels if I was feeling nice - probably not, but of course that would be on rarity and of extreme importance.
For example, I'm not wearing sweats whilst walking down the isle, or prom. I'd actually missed homecoming as when Cody and I joined the school, it had already passed. It was in late September and that's around when we got here. Who am I kidding, knowing me I'd probably not even wear a dress on homecoming. Basically, this little get together didn't seem important enough to wear dresses, but not casual enough to wear sweats or jeans - unless it was with expensive tops. Which of course I didn't own.
Jayden had gone over to Nick's room to copy his maths homework. I wasn't in his class and they were a topic ahead of us - because they'd skipped the last one. Apparently their teacher never taught sin, cos and tan graphs because he had something against them. I honestly had no idea.
"I'm back!" Jayden sighed, throwing his pen and maths book onto the bottom bunk, after walking in through the door. I smiled as I pulled my hair into a neater high ponytail. "I'm just realising, we haven't been on a date. How are we even dating?"
I shrugged, laughing. "I don't need dates to impress me. I need a best friend." Jayden came up from behind me and snaked his arms around my waist, and his nose touched my collar bone. I touched his hair, before pinching his nose playfully.
As I retreated to the bed, Jayden went over to the bathroom and I saw his phone. Unlocking it with his password - my birthday in American format (090302) - I opened up his snapchat. What the fuck even is this?
Somehow, I got the filters to come up after some trying and it eventually worked. "Wow, I never even knew this." I was literally messing around with his phone at this point. I felt like such a pathetic grandma. Wow.
To be fair, I cared more about making sure the was food on the table and roof on or heads than to be "snapchatting" some people I'd probably never communicate with again. I mean, glad I chose working over that, I left that retched place anyways.
