Reaching out to people sometimes doesn't work out the way others intend it to. Inez faced the brute force of those consequences when beginning to tackle the wall that was Sebastian.
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Plagued by loneliness since childhood, seventeen-year-old Inez...
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They're Going To Kill Us
My friends looked at me like I was crazy. Jackson, Chrissy, and Danny all sat together at the lunch table. Various people sat behind them, all chatting about other subjects down the long table. None of them had noticed what I said to the others. But, the three of them did.
"You said what?" Danny asked.
"This is Jasmine," I repeated.
"You mean the one who groped Jackson's ass?" Chrissy asked, eyeing her warily.
Jackson looked away awkwardly, his face and neck all burning up. It was adorable to see. A small smile made its way onto my lips, and a warm feeling in my heart. Danny let out a whistle.
"The bastards a lobster."
"Woah, he is," Chrissy said in awe. She grinned. "How does it feel to be embarrassed?"
This comment came from the fact that Jackson never got embarrassed. Nobody had ever seen him blush before, much less stutter with his words. He had a smooth way of talking that made girls turn into tomatoes and blubbering messes. Chrissy had always wanted to see him get tongue twisted. This was her day.
"Awe, are you shy?" Jasmine smirked, placing her hands on his shoulders.
He flinched, making everyone else snicker. I watched in amazement.
"I-I'm not!" he squeaked.
"I could cook an egg on your face," Chrissy wheezed, referring to how hot it was.
"Please, shut up," Jackson muttered, covering his face from view.
"I like you," Chrissy said, green eyes moving to Jasmine.
Jasmine's perfect smile beamed down at her. "Feelings mutual."
Chrissy nodded, reaching her arm over the table. The two grabbed each other's hands and did some type of handshake. It involved their fingers intertwining in a couple of ways. The end finished with a snap. I guess . . . it was common among others . . . ?
"Another gorgeous lady? Count me in," Danny said gleefully, earning a glare from Chrissy.
"Shut the fuck up," Jasmine and Chrissy said at the same time.
They looked at each other in shock. Then their faces began to light up. My jaw dropped. Danny bolted from his seat at the table. Jackson doing the same after Jasmine released her death grip on him. They wobbled towards me, fear in their eyes. Danny looked ready to cry.
"Please, get rid of her," Danny begged me, grabbing onto my left arm.
"Inez, she scares me," Jackson whimpered, grabbing my right arm.
"There's two of them now!" Danny whisper yelled. "Do you understand the dire fucking situation we're in?! Look at them!"
Jasmine and Chrissy chatted adamantly to each other. Their stares moved over to the three of us. When they looked at Danny, their eyes immediately filled with disgust. Danny let out a high pitched, vulture-like screech of fear. Jasmine smirked at Jackson for a moment, which had the poor guy shaking in his Vapor Max.
