I wish my friend was dating a celebrity
Call Me Jude@judeturner
Just to clear up any misconceptions... Sloane is my guide at school and has become a close friend
Call Me Jude@judeturner
And no she's not just friends with Megan because of Hudson. Megan and Sloane have been friends for longer than we’ve even been a band
“We’re goingto be late if you keep fixing your hair,” Megan said.
“I just need another minute.” I tied on my first French braid and started on the second. “We should really get extra time after gym class to get ready again. Only giving us five minutes to get changed and get up to the third floor is ridiculous.”
“She did let us out early,” Megan said. “You just spent the first five minutes on your phone.”
“This coming from the girl who faked a sprained ankle so you could text Hudson for the whole class?”
“Hey, I would have faked the sprained ankle, anyway!” Megan said. Under her breath, she added, “Getting to text him was just an added bonus.”
I snorted and looked at her. She was nervously drumming her fingers against her leg and checking her phone every five seconds.
“Look, if you’re that worried, you can just go ahead with me,” I said. “I’ll meet you in class.”
Relief washed over her face. “Really?”
“Yeah, go for it,” I said. “Just make up some excuse for why I’m late, okay? Say I had to stay back to help take down the volleyball nets or something.”
“You’ve got it,” Megan said. She grabbed her bag and practically sprinted out of the changing room. I laughed and shook my head. I always found it funny how much of a rule follower Megan was when I was the opposite—at least when I could get away with it.
It only took me another minute to finish tying off my hair and grab my bag. I was satisfied to note that the bell hadn't even rung by the time I walked out of the changing room. Whether I could get to my math class on the third floor before it rang was a different story, but I was happy to celebrate any wins I could.
I was almost to the stairwell when somebody grabbed me and pulled me to the side. I turned around with a gasp, ready to yell at whoever had dared manhandle me, but then I saw who it was.
"Jude!" I snapped. "You scared me."
"Sorry," he said, but the mischievous grin on his face dampened the apology quite a bit. "You know, I've been waiting here forever. Didn't your class get out ages ago?"
"I have to get changed after gym class, you know." The reminder of where I was coming from made me cringe--Jude and I weren't at the point yet where I wanted him to see me all gross and sweaty after gym class. Sure, he'd come to my cheer practices a couple of times, but that felt different for some reason. Maybe because the impressiveness of our tricks was a good distraction from how gross I looked.
“What are you doing here, anyway?” I asked. “You don’t have a last-period class.”
Jude gasped. “You mean I shouldn’t have been going to that science class every day?”
I rolled my eyes. “Have you ever answered a question normally in your life?”
“Nope.” He wrapped his arms around me, pulling my body flush to his.
“Somebody will see us!” I hissed. While we weren’t exactly keeping our relationship a secret, I also wasn’t trying to flaunt it around school, either.
“There’s no one around,” he said. “And to answer your question, I’m here because I wanted to see you before I left for the day.”
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
Jude shook his head and dipped his head down, pressing his lips to mine.
“I assume that’s enough of an answer.”
“Mmm, I’m still not sure I got it,” I said. “Might need to try again.”
