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--Bailey— When the alarm clock woke him the next morning, Bailey fought off the urge to just turn it off and roll back over. He'd laid awake for so long listening to his mom and Daniel watching a movie downstairs. He hadn't been able to finally sleep until he'd heard the front door close and Daniel Kirsch's Toyota drive off. He hated the man. And it made no sense. The lawyer had been nothing but nice to him. Making the extra effort to include him in the dinner conversations, sho
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Thank you all so much for the wonderful comments. I'm so glad everyone is still enjoying the story even if it is a slower pace.
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—Bailey— Bailey stripped off his grips as he watched the football team leave, specifically the massive retreating form of Declan, and his huge, broad shoulders. His own teammates clustered around him, and he noticed Justin eyeing Chris sharply. But the football captain was smart enough not to do anything with the two coaches nearby. They slipped on their running shoes and headed toward the football field. A few moments later, the football team came jogging out of the building wear
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—Bailey— He hadn't felt so energetic in a long time. His mom had been waiting for him when he'd arrived home yesterday afternoon, ready to take him for his haircut. He really hadn't thought she'd remember, let alone follow through with her comment that morning. She'd actually been rather... affectionate and almost chipper the whole afternoon. Between her smiles and thinking about Declan, their walk, and the texts, Bailey found himself feeling unusually content. When he woke t
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I usually write at my desk where I have my laptop and a second monitor connected to it. I really like having the two screens, one where I have my story up and the second one where I have up my browser window with the thesaurus ready to go. I seem to need it quiet so I tend to write best between midnight and 3am when everyone else is asleep. If I do write during daylight hours and the kids are around or my husband has the TV on, I sometimes have to turn on a white noise machine to help mask the chaos, otherwise I get too caught up in whatever's going on behind me.
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—Declan— "What do you want, Declan?" Bailey had demanded. Declan tried to think of what he could say to Bailey after all the selfish things he'd said, thought, and imagined after their first 'meeting' in the weight room. 'I'm sorry' didn't seem like the right thing, so he ended up standing there staring at Bailey instead. Apparently, Bailey didn't think Declan was worth his time, as he yanked off the sweatbands from his wrists with a shake of his head and swiped up the leather th
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The two days of every weekend were hard for Bailey, being basically stuck at home, but these two were harder than most. Bailey had watched Mr. Kirsch fawn over his mother Friday night. Bailey wasn't sure if the man was actually trying to hit on his mother or if he was just trying to be welcoming and friendly, but he did an awful lot of smiling and patting his mother's arm and shoulder. Leaning in close to talk to her wasn't necessary in Bailey's opinion, his mother could hear just fine.
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Hehe, you guys had me laughing so hard with how much I'm tormenting you all! But you know it's coming Thanks so much for all the comments. They are all so right on spot!
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I'm glad everyone liked the mirroring of the chapters in Part 1 & 2. One more chapter after this and then Part three will alternate between the two perspectives... Once again thanks for reading and liking/commenting! I love hearing what you think of what's going on!
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Bailey packed up his bag after practice, intent on heading to the computer lab for a couple hours to work on his paper he'd started yesterday. He'd saved it to his Google cloud so if he needed to finish it at home he could, but working in the lab kept him from spending too much time at home. Of course, as soon as he picked up his phone, he realized he had a text from his mother. <Pls come home asap after practice so we can head to Daniel's office and he can talk to you> Sig
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Hehe, thanks! Thank you all for your wonderful comments and speculation on what might be going on! It will be a while for Bailey to elaborate on his phobia to touch. I'm still working on part three, and I really need to get moving on it or my weekly postings are going to catch up!
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Strangely, Bailey was grateful for Justin's presence today. The guy's idle chatter kept him from thinking too much. Bailey had intentionally led them to a table in the corner after they'd gone through the line. He hated the dining hall lines because the other guys always jostled and nudged as they reached for items. He sighed after they'd taken seats and he had a little breathing room around him. "Do you have Richards's test today?" Justin asked, chomping on a piece of bacon. "Ye
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Sneaking back downstairs after his mother went to bed, Bailey soaked a teabag in hot water before putting it on the raw rip on his palm. Experience had taught him that tea bags, even tea tree oil—but that shit stank—helped seal his rips enough so he could still use his hand on the bars the next day. He'd also apply some antibiotic ointment to it as well and wrap it before putting his grips on. He also made himself a sandwich and prepped a water bottle for the morning before heading to b
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I'm so glad you all have enjoyed Bailey's POV. I was a little worried about how showing the same events from Bailey's POV would come across. I hoped they didn't seem repetitive, so thank you--especially ghanbrews--for letting me know that I succeeded! Yes, Bailey is self-harming and there was just the hint of "it" in this chapter. And of course, you all had pretty much figured out that Declan was wrong in assuming Bailey's dad was just away on a business trip. Thank you ALL so very, very much for your comments and likes. I love to hear what you are thinking about the story!
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"Chavez! Straighten out that layout!" Coach Richards yelled across the gym. Owen groaned as he set up to run his punch-front layout again across the floor. Bailey flipped up to a handstand on the high bar, letting his body hold the rigid vertical for several seconds before swinging down full out stretched to a complete a front giant, then a half turn to a piked endo. As he switched his hand grip, he felt the already irritated skin ripping open. The leather grips only did so much to pr
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"What is this?" Bailey glanced down at his hands, rubbing his thumb over the thick calluses created from years on the bars. "I thought I did better than that." It was an excuse; he knew that, but telling his mom he hadn't been able to focus lately wasn't much better. "What do you think your father would have said if he saw this C-?" his mother waved the test in his face. Oh, God. He gasped, feeling like he had been punched in the gut. "He spent years fighting for our
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Thank you all for your comments! You are so right about Declan's struggles. I know he didn't seem very likable at first, but I'm hoping he's slowly grown to be a little more sympathetic. Next up, the events from Bailey's POV!
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"So, where were you?" Jose finally asked. Declan shrugged. "Just walking a bit." "What did Chris mean by you were 'taking care of some trash'?" Alex pressed. "He's just being a smartass," Declan said vaguely. "Fine, whatever." Alex shoved his hands in his pockets, obviously not interested enough to press for a more thorough answer. They walked back to the campus, talking mostly about the last week's practices. Of course, Alex and Jose avoided mentioning the weight
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Sorry, I didn't get inspired ( or have time!) But the stories are really good!
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Hey All! Thanks so much for all the comments. I love seeing how everyone feels about these characters. I know Declan is not totally likable right now. I'm hoping he's coming off as a believable teen, struggling with peer pressure and doing the right thing. Bailey is breaking all of Declan's preconceived notions. There's one more 'Declan' chapter before Part 2 where you get to see Bailey's POV.
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Declan met up with the guys outside of Ruffner Hall. They waited a couple more minutes for Alex to show up before heading toward the gates. They each pulled out their student IDs and scanned it at the guardhouse, marking themselves as leaving campus. It helped the school cross country and track the students, as well as ensure that everyone returned safely to campus who was a boarder. They waved at the guard at the gate before crossing to Heritage Square. They descended on the small court
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Fuck Justin. And fuck Bailey McIntyre. Declan slammed his way into his room, causing his roommate to nearly fall out of his bed. "Christ, Dec! What the hell?!" Evan shouted, before flopping back in the bed. "You needed to get up anyway," Declan growled as he searched his drawers for clean boxer briefs and a set of clothes for the day. He set them on the dresser before stomping to the joint bathroom their room shared with next door. Fortunately, neither Logan or Micah were in there
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