Princeton’s POV I was sitting on Jayden’s couch waiting for her to come downstairs. We did this every day. It was actually quite fun. I liked looking around her fascinating house. Its walls were covered with pictures and drawings of all kinds. Her parents were very free spirited. Jayden wasn’t free spirited that much. She was very organized, intelligent, shy, pretty, but she could get flustered very easily. She wore glasses sometimes, but I liked her glasses. She looked very cute in them. A few short seconds later Jayden stumbled down her house’s twenty-six stairs like she did every morning. I stood up and smiled at her until her eyes met mine. I hugged her tightly smelling her cherry blossom perfume. I inhaled deeply. She smelled better than a field full of orchids in Spring. I grabbed my one strapped backpack off the couch. I took her hand after she picked up her extremely heavy backpack. She was in all of the honor roll classes so all the teachers gave their students plenty of homework. I saw her struggling with her backpack, again. I switched backpacks with her quickly so she wouldn’t fall over. I grabbed her hand again and we started out the door and down the street. Me: Jayden, do you remember that… party? She stopped for a second. I remember the party very well. My best buddy Prodigy was throwing a party at his place a few Fridays ago. That party was wild. There was something that happened at the party… something I did. I remember giving Jayden some punch. I …
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