Our Girl

12

Jasmine

My birthday is next week and I think I'm going to London for a week because we have the week off.

"What day are you going?" Priya asked as we walked to history.

"18th. I'm really stressed out though." I mumbled

"What? Why? What happened?" Priya stopped, making me stop.

I shrugged my shoulders, looking down at my trainers.

"Jasmine. Babe, talk to me" she pulled me to a bench nearby.

"I don't know if I have to go there myself" my voice cracked. "or if someone is going to pick me up and it's really stressful because- because it's just- I don't know- i-." I stammered, tears started falling down my face.

Why am I crying????

"Ohh Jas" Priya gave me a hug, which didn't give back but I just rested my head on her shoulder for a while "let's take some deep breaths and then we can work this out. There's no need to get upset over small things"

I shrugged again.

After a couple of minutes, she lifted my head of her shoulder and put her hands on mine. "Okay. What do you want to do?"

"I want them to pick me up but I don't want them to be annoyed with me."

"Why would they be annoyed?"

"Because it's a 8 hour drive"

"That's not an excuse. After your classes, you call them and tell them to pick you up because they're your older brothers and you're their responsibility and it's their job to keep you safe. And hey, if that doesn't work, I'll drive you there myself with Connor and we can stay in a hotel or something."

"You don't have to stay in a hotel. You can stay at mine. I'll have to ask about Connor though."

"Okay. We don't need him, the penchod" Priya's phone rang "speak of the devil.
Not now Connor. I'm busy" she hissed into the phone. "Ugh. So annoying. Good dick though" she bluntly added, putting a smile on my face. (Motherfucker)

"There's that adorable smile" she cooed, pinching my cheeks.

"I'm not a baby." I pushed her hands away. "Let's go now". We stood up.

"You're my baby" she winked, placing a kiss on the top of my head, linking our arms.

. .

15 00

"Hey guys!" I announced, walking in the café and seeing Michael and Leo in different booths, on their phones.

"Hello" Leo mumbled. The usual.

"Hello sweetheart" Michael looked up and me and smiled.

I slid into the booth, infront of Michael. "Hello"

He rested the side of his head on the palm of his hand "what can I do for you today my dear"

"Umm I need-" I fiddled with the sleeves of my jumper "a week off next week" I mumbled.

"I'm sorry sweetheart but you're going to have to speak up" he leaned a bit forward.

I took a deep breath "I need a week off" I said louder and clearer.

He sat back with a, somewhat, surprised look on his face.

"A week? Why do you need a week?" His Irish accent getting thicker.