dawn's pov
it's been a couple of months, and jake and i are still going strong. team 10 is only growing and i've met some amazing people.
tessa is not living with us anymore. apparently she got into drugs, but she still lives in california. i almost feel bad that her life turned out like that, but she was a psychotic bitch.
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"oh my god it's dawn caden."
"no way."
"yes way! look over there bitch."
i walk down the driveway as i see a group of fans, whispering and pointing at me. i was originally taking a run, but i'm guessing the fans want pictures.
"oh holy mother of god she's walking over here." a fan says.
"haha hey guys!" i greet them, giving them all hugs. "how's it going?"
"well it's going great now, considering i just met the dawn caden." the girl with the red hair says.
"do you guys want pictures?" i ask.
"yes, oh my gosh yes." they respond, pulling out their phones and going beside me.
we take a couple pictures, then they thank me and walk off.
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i've been jogging for about 15 minutes now. there's a lot of people out today considering it's almost 90 out with not a single cloud in the sky.
i'm running until i bump into someone and we both fall over.
i dust off my knees and get up, as does the other person.
"i'm so sorry, i wasn't looking where i was going!" i apologize.
the person had a thrasher hoodie on, with some stains on it and ripped black leggings, along with some nike slides. her hoodie was over her head and long, brown curls fell from inside her hoodie. her hair looked kind of greasy too, as if she hasn't taken a shower in a while.
she looks up, and a weird smirk plasters onto her face.
tessa.
"tessa?" i reassure myself.
"dawn?" she asks, obviously mimicking my voice.
"how have you been?" i question, even though i already know how she's been.
"how does it look like i've been, bitch." she growls and clenches her fists into balls.
"you don't have to be rude, i was just asking you a question." i state, backing up slightly.
then all of a sudden she gets closer to me and grabs me by my hair.
"look cunt. i know your little group is having all the fun without me, but i'm getting back into team 10 and i won't stop at anything. you better watch your back, or you'll be getting it from me." she yell-whispers.
"oh please. last time you threatened me, nothing happened. if anything, the only thing you got in return was a rejection from the jake paul and your ass kicked from team 10. try anything, and you'll be hearing from all of us, you sick cocaine snorting fuck." i say, removing her hand from my hair.
she scoffs and stomps in the other direction, off to who knows where. probably going to buy more drugs or some shit.
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"i'm back bitches!" i yell, walking into the house.
jake walks around the corner and smiles, but then turns into a frown.
"woah, you look angry. you okay babe?" he asks.
"i saw tessa on the street. she threatened me and i thought nothing of it because last time she threatened me nothing really happened. but seriously, she's a mess. she pulled my hair and shit, and the drugs are really getting to her." i explain.
"wow. why did she threaten you?" he questions.
"she wanted back into team 10. like bitch please, like that's ever gonna happen. she said she'll stop at nothing, but to be honest i couldn't even take her seriously." i scoff.
"well, if anything happens just know i'll be right by your side to protect you." he says, hugging me no matter the fact that i was sweating.
i smile and pull away from the hug.
"well, i gotta go shower. bye!!" i say, making my way towards the stairs. he frowns and turns around, but i run up behind him.
"you know, you can join me if you want." i whisper in his ear with the voice that he melts at.
he smirks and turns around, throwing me over his shoulder and running up the stairs.
"i'm taking that as a yes."
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finally an update lmao. anyways this book is coming to and end, but there will be a sequel...

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