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Jasmine was refusing to leave Hillerska campus. She was sticking out her visit in Astrid's dorm room, so Astrid had been staying in Wilhelm's dorm while he stayed with Simon, in his dorm. Astrid was over the whole situation, however, and just wanted Jasmine to leave. She felt cornered again, like she had back at Pine Hill, and she wasn't liking it.

Because of this, though, a fight would break out that Tuesday afternoon.

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Astrid broke away from the group, which consisted of Felice, Madison, Wilhelm and Simon, upon spotting Jasmine. The American girl had finally braved the outside world, but Astrid could see even from the other side of the grounds that Jasmine wasn't leaving; she had no bags, or luggage of any sort, not even a jacket.

"Astrid!" Wilhelm hissed, grabbing for her arm in an attempt to prevent a fight, but Astrid stormed ahead, making no indication that she had heard her royal counterpart. Jasmine kept her head up as Astrid approached, but realised quickly that she wasn't getting a word in any time soon.

"You need to leave," Astrid spoke harshly, and with authority. Jasmine didn't appear scared, but Astrid knew how well the girl could hide her emotions; she could go expressionless in an instance, completely unreadable. Astrid had seen her do it.

"You don't belong here, not in my dorm, not at this school, not in this goddamn country. Go back to the States, go back to Pine Hill, and keep on living your lie of a life. I don't know how much more clear I have to make myself".

"Asher..." Jasmine tried, but Astrid shook her head.

"I don't want you here!"

Jasmine looked taken aback by Astrid's words, but she held her ground. "I just want to talk".

"No, you don't get that privilege," Astrid snapped, "You left, you made you fucking decision, and you don't get to come back here and complain about it because you've realised you make a fucking mistake!"

Astrid continued to shout at Jasmine, the girl biting her lip but taking every word. Felice lent towards Wilhelm, "Should we help her?" She asked, her arms crossed over her chest as she watched the argument go down, no more than five meters away from where they stood.

"Astrid can take care of herself," Wilhelm reassured.

"No, I mean the other girl". Felice said as she and Wilhelm exchanged a look. Wilhelm glancing back at Astrid and Jasmine. He gritted his teeth.

"Nah, they're alright," He said, though he was completely uncertain about the words he spoke. Felice made a disbelieving face, but let the conversation drop. Astrid's shouts filled the courtyard until finally, she ran out of breath.

"Can I speak now?" Jasmine asked, once Astrid had finished yelling.

"No".

"I understand that you're upset, and I'm sorry for leaving," Jasmine started, despite Astrid's reply, "But you can't blame me for being scared! I thought people were coming after you, especially what happened to Erik..."

"You don't get to talk about him," Astrid said protectively.

"I thought someone was going to do something, out us or something! I've seen people, reporters, fans come up to you and take photos without your permission, and I didn't want the media finding out about us!"

Astrid felt a tear slip from her eye, felt her throat tighten as the wave of sadness washed over her body. She nodded slowly, her lips set in a thin line. "I knew you were scared," She said, drawing out each other, "But I didn't realise you were a fucking coward".

"I fucking love you!" Jasmine retorted as Astrid started to walk away in an angry fury, "Hey! I love you, and that makes me a coward?" She demanded

Astrid turned abruptly, Jasmine stumbling to a stop. Their faces were mere centimeters apart, "No, what makes you a coward is the fact that you're ashamed to kiss a girl in public," Astrid said in a low voice. She didn't bother waiting for a reply; she had been down this road before.

Jasmine watched as Astrid walked away from her. Only allowing her thoughts a second of her time, she raced after the Swedish Princess, grabbed her wrist and pulled her to face Jasmine.

Audible gasps could be heard from Astrid's friends as her and Jasmine's lips collided. Wilhelm cheered, grabbed for Simon, who had a wide smile on his face. Felice was clapping, jumping up and now in happiness.

Once Astrid and Jasmine broke apart, Astrid couldn't speak. They stood with their noses touching, Astrid's hands on Jasmine's waist, her arms arounds Astrid's neck.

"Am I still a coward?" Jasmine asked, looking up at Astrid curiously.

Astrid bit her lip. "I love you," She said in a small voice.

Jasmine tilted her head, "what was that? I don't think I heard you, Miss Princess," She joked, as Astrid pulled Jasmine's hips towards herself.

"I love you," Astrid repeated, louder this time, "I love you!" She shouted it to the skies, her friends cheering.

"I love you too," Jasmine said, smiling widely.

Astrid looked down, biting her lip. "Wanna do some scheming? Like at Pine Hill?" She asked; she was definitely getting Jasmine involved in taking down August. They used to pull pranks together all the time when Astrid was at Pine Hill.

"You want to prank someone?" Jasmine asked, in slight confusion.

"No, I want to get someone arrested," Astrid clarified, "You in?"

"Do they deserve it?" Astrid nodded. "Then fuck yeah, I'm in". 


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