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All Chapters of Knowing Jude: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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1. Remind Me Again, What's Your Name?

"My name is Ava Hansen and I..." "Yes..." "Seventeen." "No, but..." "Please, if..." The line goes dead on the other side and I slam my phone on the table. "Where the fuck do they expect me to get experience if nobody will give me my first chance?" I complain out loud, fighting the urge to hurl something across the empty space and down the library balcony. Which would have to be my English textbook, my essay notebook or my copy of Hamlet, so no thanks, I would rather keep my anger in check. My shitty old phone is obviously out of the question. Shitty, old or not, it's the only one I've got. "Beats me too," a voice comes from behind me, and I swivel in my seat. A tall blonde guy is standing behind my chair, carrying a backpack, holding its strap in one hand and a lollipop in

2. Of Evil Little Sisters

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Later on at night, I'm in my room, done with my homework and texting my bestie, Jennifer. "Jo?" I hear mum's voice shout from the kitchen. "Aren't you supposed to do the dishes tonight?" I put my phone away, cursing. "What? No, it's Maria's turn tonight," I scream right back. We are not lunatics, communicating across our expansive house just requires a little bit more effort. "You didn't do them yesterday," Maria's voice joins the clatter. I leave my room, already guessing how this will end. I go down the hall and through the living room to the kitchen. "Sam did it for me last night," I say when I get there. "You didn't do it, that's what matters," Maria says, turning to face me with a self satisfied smirk. She tosses her long dyed hair back, as if challenging me to say something.

3. I Didn't Say We Have to Do it Here

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In the morning, I'm at my locker stealing glances at Jennifer's to see when she arrives when a lollipop in red wrapping is thrust into my face. I turn and there is Jude, leaning against the locker next to mine. Grinning. I blink. Once, twice, then take a step back. He waves the lolly in my face. "Here's my peace offering, for being a jerk yesterday." "You are not always a jerk?" I ask, not bothering to hide the sarcasm. His lips, that have already been reddened by candy this early in the day, pull up in a smirk. "And you are not always rude, are you?" I reach for the sweet, but he holds onto it. He arches a brow. "Off to a better restart?" "Okay," I agree. I snatch it out of his hands and shove it into my jacket pocket. He doesn't leave. He reaches into his jeans pocket and retrieves another lollipop. He's wearing

4. Will You Need My Help?

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That evening, I find myself in detention, a place I've never been before. Simon trudges in behind me, clearly not as put off as I am. Which doesn't surprise me, because he isn't new to this. That morning, after getting into English class, I settled in my seat peacefully, retrieving a novel that I was in the middle of so I could get a little reading before Mrs Rutherford started the lesson. Simon took the seat behind me, while Jen settled in the one beside me. Minutes later, Mrs Rutherford started the class. As soon as she instructed us to open a certain page on our textbooks, though, I noticed that she was in a foul mood. Given the snicker that came from behind me, so did Simon. Ford, as most of the students called her, was, mostly, an okay teacher. But, she dealt ruthlessly with students who crossed her. That fine morning, she gave us an exercise to do, then sat back at her desk, her sharp eye

5. We Can Do It at My Place

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"Mum? I'll have a friend over to study, maybe starting next week," I say in the evening during dinner. Which I immediately realise is a mistake, since everyone is now paying attention to me. "What friend?" Maria asks, nose turned up. "None of your business," I mutter and keep my eyes on mum. I should have asked her when nobody was around. "He was assigned to me by Ms. Fernandez, to tutor." "He?" Lilly sputters, covering her mouth that's full of food. She appeared at home earlier on in the evening, saying there's something she needed to talk to mum and dad about. She goes to a university some four hours away, in her second year. Maria tosses her blonde hair back and leans forward. Nobody in our family has blonde hair, - Dad has dark hair, and there's nothing like blonde hair in Mum's entire race. She dyed it on her fifteenth birthday, shortly after she got her first boyfriend. A fact

6. I'll Remember You Said That

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Simon leans towards me during lunch, awkwardly scratching his eyebrow. "Lilly's home?" he asks, keeping his voice low. I hold back a smile. I know he doesn't want anyone else at the table to hear him, because they would make fun of him. He has had the biggest crush ever on my elder sister for years. "Who told you that?" I ask, humoring him. "Trey told me she said hi," he replies, now touching his frames. "He lied." He actually looks crestfallen for a second, and I feel awful. I pinch his cheek lightly to show I'm joking. "Just kidding, buddy, yeah she said hi," I say, though I'm pretty certain Trey was lying to him. "Yeah, she came home yesterday. Want to see her?" He flushes and I chuckle. I lean in further towards him and sigh. "Come on

7. Watch It, Little Brother

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"Ugh, no, I don't like going to the mall," I object automatically. He arches his brow. "Why?" "It's full of people." "And?" I groan and smack my forehead. "Nothing. Never mind." "Okay, let's go," he says, sticking the lollipop between his lips and turning to leave. I hesitate for a second more, then sigh in defeat. I survived detention. I can certainly survive the mall. Here goes. Minutes later, we are seated in his posh car, having rushed through the rain. I touch my hair, hoping it doesn't get frizzy. I fasten my seatbelt and lean back into the passenger seat. The seats are fine leather, and in here it smells nice. "Loaded, are we?" I tease, running my hand along the smooth leather. I don't know much about cars, and I won't pretend to, but I know this is

8. 'Who's Hot' List

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The first thing I notice when I get to the hallway where my locker is situated early Friday morning is Jude, laughing at something Cole is saying and banging his hand on his locker. I narrow my eyes, my hand folded around my hankie, two other stuffed in my jeans pockets. I'm about to ruin somebody's jovial morning mood. I march over to the two. I've just gotten there when my nose tickles on the insides, and I feel it coming. I raise my handkerchief to my nostrils. "Aaacho!" I sigh in relief as I wipe my nose. The two boys are no longer making noise, instead staring at me. I put my hand down and glare at Jude. "Oh shit," he mumbles. Nice word choice. "Nothing will happen, I promise," I taunt, imitating his voice from yesterday after he had handed me the swe

9. I Want Your Babies

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It's Saturday night and I have nothing to do, through with my book — sadly — and too lazy to read on my phone. It's way into the night and I'm beneath my blankets, phone poised above my face as I try to find something interesting to do. I could play Candy Crush, but I've been stuck on one level for close to four weeks. I come across my facebook app and realise I haven't visited the site for... I honestly can't remember the last time. I tap on it and go online, sliding through my news feed and soon enough I'm laughing at the funny posts. About half an hour later, I get an idea. I bring up the search bar and type in "Jude Walker". I find myself curious and wanting to see what life he has on social media. I mean, I'll be spending considerable time with him so I should probably know what sort of a person I'm dealing with, right? Yeah, okay, so that's just an excuse to try and just

10. No, I'm Just Hot

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By Monday, I hope that Jude has somehow forgotten all about my Saturday night adventure, because he most probably has other things to focus on. Like, you know, how he's popular and interacts with a lot of people, all the girls paying attention to him, his focus on football, maintaining those god-like looks... But no, he is doing none of those as the current smirk he is sending my way confirms.I flush but try to hide it, immensely glad that he can't approach me at the moment.Today a different girl is holding him hostage at his locker, her hand pressed against his chest, and her body to his. She is whispering something to his ear, but his eyes are stuck on me as I move to my locker. Why can't my locker be at the other end of the school?I'm too busy getting distracted by those piercing blue eyes that I'm no longer watching where I'm stepping until I collide into someone and I yelp, my head whirling around.I hear a familiar rumble as strong a

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