Jayden Bartels Glasses Novels & Stories

Ben replies. I walk into my office and sit down. Heath was always good at remembering faces, and I know if he says that she went to school with us, then she did. I don’t remember anyone named Jalyssa, and I am sure I would remember a name that is unique. I shoot Kelsy a quick text and tell her about Jalyssa and send her a picture of her. She responds by saying that Jalyssa looks familiar to her and that she will look into her as well. I guess she is on her way to meet with Sean and the guys. I am sure they will all get along well. I look at my wrist and sigh. My favourite bracelet broke a week or so ago, and I had to send it in for repair. I should be getting it back soon. I let ou

“ Okay.... ” “ Just don't do anything to make him hurt you alright ? ” Dexter said with a pleading look on his face and Muna nodded her head. After Dexter left, she took a deep breath before going to open the door and she stepped inside the room to see Jayden who sat at the edge of the bed while resting his back against the headboard. He was wearing a black pajamas as he left the buttons undone exposing a good amount of his hard chest. He had one leg outstretched on the bed with one leg dangling at the side of the bed. He had a tablet in his hands which he was using to run a business in the company.

He squinted his eyes and tested with his hands if there were obstacles like a blind man and there was a chair right in front of him. If he went any further, he would trip. Seeing this, Bethany hurriedly walked to him and stopped him. "Jeff. Watch out!" "Beth?" Jeff paused and asked in surprise. Bethany smited and nodded. "Yes, it's me Where are your glasses?" Jeff smiled bitterly. "In the sea." Bethany’s smile disappeared. She apologetically bowed her head. "Sorry, Jeff. It's all because of me…" Before she could finish her words, she was tightly hugged by Jeff.

I wasn't looking ok at all! Because Jayden looked so much better. He wasn't much different from highschool. There was still this bag boy streak to him, a deadly swagger around him. Jayden was handsome no doubt, with blonde hair that fell past his shoulders, bright blue eyes and a sharp jaw. He had tattoos that ran down both his arms that were exposed because of the sleeveless basketball jersey he wore. He finished it off with a pair of black shorts and white sneakers. I should have dressed better. I thought before taking a step closer to him.

She shook her head, smiling as she disconnected. Later, she was scrolling through social media when she came across a familiar face. She paused. “Isn’t this Scarlett?” she muttered, squinting slightly. Curious, she clicked on the page. Scrolling through pictures—outfits, locations, and different aesthetics—one image stopped her completely. Her breath caught. Jayden. He was wearing a sleeveless basketball jersey, the fit showing off his toned arms and easy strength. His face had sharpened with time—clean lines, smooth skin, and that same smirk sitting on his lips like he knew exactly the effect he had.

"You, explain what you and Miss. Taylor were doing just now." Jayden was bewildered. "I didn't do anything. I just happened to go find her. She gave me a hangover cure, and then I went to the bar to get two glasses of water. We were planning to chat by the creek, but when I turned around, she was gone." He suddenly realized, "Those were really just two glasses of water, and I drank them too. No problem." "Did you drink from her glass?" Jayden shook his head. "No, I had my own."

I gazed upon his handsome face, his piercing eyes scanned the bar counter as he looked for a place to sit. He approached the empty spot and the bartender looked up at him. They had a quick exchange of words that ended up with Jayden showing his key card and the reservation tag being removed. A waitress sat him down and I saw the bartender showcasing the three bottles I had reserved earlier. It was still too early in the evening for me to make a move so I sat back and ordered a large bottle of sparkling water and some food. Unlike Jayden, I wasn’t planning on getting drunk. I then focused on the bar in general looking around.

I couldn’t see inside. Then, slowly, the glass rolled down. And my heart stopped. It wasn’t Valerie. It was him. Jaden Astor. “Get in.”

"When was the last time you actually wore your glasses?" "I haven't needed them," Jade complained, shuffling over to the living room mirror to inspect herself. Her eyes were puffy and red. "Since I got these contacts, I can see perfectly fine without my glasses." She pulled the itchy wig off her head, tossing it aside. "I already have an appointment with my optometrist anyway, so stop worrying, snowman." "I'm making breakfast today," Jace offered, a bright smile breaking across his face. Jade folded her arms, studying his expression. "Wow, someone's in a great mood. Care to share with the class?"

His eyes widened when he saw me, then he retreated. "Don't scare away the bartender." Lydia whined, her blue eyes similar to mine looked hazy under the dim lights of the room as she glared at me, "I want another!" "How about you take a break", I said, taking the bottle of water the bartender had put in front of me. At least he had some sense. Lydia gulped down the water I uncapped for her, "This isn't what I want..." "When are you finishing up?" I asked, pushing some black strands of hair out of her sweaty face as Jayden joined us. Looking worried about Lydia.