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The next morning Jade wakes up in an excruciatingly groggy state. The sun burns holes through her eyelids, forcing her to face the day. Her tan legs tangle within the pillowy comforter and her untamed brunette locks spread across the bed in a disheveled mess.

The low temperature of the compact room makes Jade uncomfortable, further pushing her to cuddle back into the comforter. The alarm on her phone is of no use as she 'accidentally' presses the snooze button, rolling back into bed.

Eventually the will to actually live kicks in, forcing the brunette to lift herself from the entanglement of the comforter. Jade resembles a zombie rising six feet underground with her dark, chocolate locks hanging every which way. Some strands cover her face while some just remain in a huge knot atop her head. Once her body is in an upright position and stable, she makes the attempt to open her eyes to face off the glaring sun. Her eyes flutter open like the wings of a butterfly escaping its cocoon.

A gruff noise sounds from the small teenager like an engine revving up. The alarm sounds again, to remind her that it's really time to get her ass up.

Thoughts begin to flush through her mind as Jade mentally wakes up. The minuscule thoughts swarm around in her mind at a fast pace, too fast for her to stop and fully comprehend them. The only thought adhesive thought that seems to linger, is a memory. A memory from last night in which she lost her long-standing battle against temptation. She kissed a girl for the first time.

She thinks of the arguably pleasant encounter as merely another one of those unnatural dreams that has plagued her since she began going through the whimsical process of puberty. The difficulty with dismissing the encounter as an unfortunate event is because Jade remembers exactly how those soft, plush lips intertwined with hers and how her rapid heart rate nearly forced her into cardiac arrest. Her heart begins to mimic that same feeling as she vividly remembers every detail of last evening. Those icy blue eyes staring into her soul, daring her to make the first move was too much. Jade indefinitely shakes her head as if that will definitely erase the event from her mind.

To distract herself, she continues on with her monotonous morning routine before school. The only thing is that as her regular morning routine goes on, she can't help but have periodic lapses in memory in which she envisions Kinsey smirking and making jokes at the brunette. It is like a movie of Kinsey is playing in slow motion for only Jade to see. It is pure and utter torture.

She finds herself daydreaming while brushing her teeth. "Fuck!" She shouts in frustration as she slams both of her fists down against the marble sink, altogether dropping the sliver of toothpaste that clung onto her baby blue toothbrush. The frustration due to her inability to get the blue-eyed dirty blonde out of her head.

"Jade Hill! Watch your tone," Her mother comments as she shows up to witness Jade's mini-tantrum. Her mother stands tall in the doorway of the bathroom in her tight-fitting business attire and ebony pointy heels. Her hair in an extremely tight bun that looks like it hurts. Her posture screams intimidation and power. "How dare you yell profanities in my house." The strong tone echoes off the beige popcorn walls of the house, not enough to wake Melanie from her slumber.

"Sorry mother." Jade lowers her head, instinctively, in front of her mother. The words seeming natural on her tongue.

"I better not hear any words like that is my house again. Got it?" Jacqueline Hill states in a tone that makes Jade's skin crawl. "I'm off to work. Be good at school." That is all the matriarch says before curtly spinning on the balls of her feet.

The fear of her mother is something that Jade has inaugurated over years. And it is something she has never gotten over. Her mother has no duality, just the privilege of being stone cold. Sometimes Jade questions if the woman could be her mother. It could be said that their relationship was more filial than anything. No love, comfort, or care.

Jade stands in the bathroom with her head still hanging low in shame. She lets out a frustrated huff as she continues on feeling shameful that she was ridiculed by her mother. She is never the one to get in trouble with her mom. Melanie is.

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"Kinsey honey get up~!" Kinsey's mother screams in an endearing manner from the bottom of the Peruvian-carpeted staircase.

In the middle of the clear, spacious room is Kinsey in her disheveled mess of a bed. The matching linen and comforter adds a hint of cleanliness to the not so clean room. Everything in the room that is lucky enough to be in its rightful place is only to the credit of the Kinsey's mother and her daily cleaning ritual. The most noticeable mess in the room is in the far corner as soiled neon silver practice and game-day jerseys pile out of the mesh laundry hamper.

The blonde grunts aggressively as she turns over, accepting the fact that she can no longer ignore her mother's call - the last one being the third call. Her eyes remain glued shut as she carefully lifts herself from the bed, maintaining her balance. After achieving her first accomplishment of the day, which is standing up without collapsing back into the bed, she begrudgingly snatches the neatly hung beige towel from the back of her rolling desk chair.

Thoughts of dropping out of high school momentarily surge through her mind as she trudges to her connected bathroom. Her steps feel heavy as she steps on the glacial white tile of the personal bathroom.

Her eyes burn as they adjust to the piercing bright light of the bathroom. She cringes for a brief moment before she proceeds to grab the toothbrush.

The brush begins to move in consistent motions as Kinsey focuses on the mirror. She observes herself in the wide-range mirror. Her dirty blonde hair thrown over to one side with the bags under her eyes making an appearance. Seeing the bags reminds Kinsey of why she got them in the first place.

Memories begin to barge into her psyche involuntarily. The way that awkward brunette talked to her. The way her deep dimples showed even when she wasn't smiling. The way those piercing brown eyes infiltrated the depths of her soul right before they kissed.

Those vivid memories replayed continuously from the moment she left Jade's house to the moment she finally fell asleep at three in the morning. She couldn't sleep last night because that annoying brunette was on her mind. She ridiculed herself for thinking such weird thoughts. 'Girls don't go with girls' is what she repeated over and over until she fell to a semi-peaceful slumber.

Kinsey stands there realizing that her little daydreaming halted the progress of her morning routine.

"Fuck!" She yells out in genuine frustration after putting up the toothbrush.

"Kinsey honey, is everything alright?" Her mother yells from the kitchen downstairs.

Kinsey does not bother to answer her overbearing mother. Her mother constantly asks if she is 'okay' like that will make her confess anything to her mother.

Kinsey cools down after the outburst and finishes preparations for the long, long day ahead of her.

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The clattering of the late bell makes Kinsey simply huff in annoyance. She can't believe that the late bell had the audacity to even ring without her say-so.

The blonde steps out of her blazing red Mustang with no kind of pep in her step. She slings the pale gray backpack over one of her shoulders, sauntering to the front of the school with her distressed navy blue jeans along with her dad's old faded-black Metallica tee. It could be concluded that Kinsey Scott and fashion did not mix. As her motto goes: 'Clothes are clothes. I just wear 'em so I'm not naked.' Words spoken by a true genius.

The blonde takes a glance over at the noiseless parking lot. Cars and cars fill the parking spots but no other students in sight. Other students would have bolted to class as if their life depended on it, but Kinsey truthfully and honestly gave no fucks. School was never her thing. High school is the last thing on her mind but if she wants to further her career in football, pretending like she gave two shits about this prison would do the job.

Kinsey finally makes it to her first period after dodging a couple assistant principals. As she reaches for the slender silver handle, a pang of anxiety attacks her in the chest. The sudden realization hits her like a fucking monster truck. Jade's in this class. Her hand falls at her side and her palms begin to get clammy. This feeling is so foreign, nevertheless uncomfortable for Kinsey Scott. She's felt anxiety before every game but this, this was different. Her heart feels as though it will burst out of her chest. She can't face Jade. What if the weird ass goth outs her to the whole school? Exposed the fact that she partook in 'gay' activity. She doesn't know a thing about the new girl.

No, no. Kinsey Scott gives no fucks about what people think about her. Or so she leads on to believe.

The paramount mixture of emotions becomes too much. She looks around her, checking to see if anyone is witnessing her mental freak out. No one is there. The only witnesses are the humongous silver free-standing gladiator sculpture barring the school entrance and the dozens of cameras littering every corner of the school.

Kinsey huffs in ultimate frustration realizing that this girl is going to take away the bit of sanity she thought she had left. She gives up and heads towards the opposite direction of the classroom. Away from the temptation instead of towards it.

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A/N: I'm baaaacckkkk. I'm sorry for my slacking but school is crazy and I know I say that a lot but it's true. I'm glad I was able to write some more for you guys. This chapter was long as hell but it was fun to write.

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