Our Girl

42

Jasmine

"What the fuck, Abhi. Why would you ruin my day like that?"

"It's just a thought. I couldn't go back to sleep this morning"

"Ask Arjun" He was walking infront of us in Westfield where they were taking me shopping for things to live with Michael. He turned around and raised his eyebrows "Tell him what you told me"

"How can humans grow a whole human in them but they can't regrow limbs?"

Arjun shrugged "I don't know. A baby takes a sperm and an egg. I don't know about an limb though"

"I don't- oh my gosh. That's Dante!" I saw him with "And Connor?! What are they doing here"

"kaale aur saphed ladake?" Ranveer asked. (The black and white boys?)

"Yes."

"Do you want to-"

"No. They have to come say hi first" I walked into Primark

I bought some more clothes and shoes so I didn't have to spend their money. Just as I came out of the fitting room, I collided with a chest.

CAN PEOPLE WATCH WHERE THEY'RE FUCKING GOING.

"Sorry, little one" the man apologized in a Russian accent, making me freeze. "Are you okay?"

I looked up and nodded. Yup. That's Nicolai. He's more attractive than I thought. No. That's not what we're suppose to focus on right now. He had a small rose tattooed under his eye and a buzz cut

I walked past him but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back.

"Let me go, you cunt" I tried to release my hand.

"Woah. Let's cool down. I just wanted to ask-" he leaned down and whispered in my ear "How are the boys?"

"What boys?"

"You know who I'm talking about. Michael Greene. Alessandros Moretti. Leonardo Castillo"

I felt as if a shiver ran down my spine when he said their names.

"I don't know who you're talking about. Can you fucking let me go"

"Oo aren't you feisty. Thomas was telling me that you are."

Now a shiver ran down my spine when I heard his name.

"JASMINE!" Ranveer shouted from somewhere. Nicolai let me go, leaving me absolutely flabbergasted. He's not attractive anymore.

"I'm here. I was just-"

"I don't care. Are you okay? Who was that?" He came up to me.

"Yeah. I just bumped into him"

I just to go Ireland now.

. . .

"How long is the flight?" I asked Michael as we drove to his plane.

"Um about 3 hours?" He squeezed my thigh slightly while he kept one hand on the wheel. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah"

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"

I shrugged "Nothing"

"Jasmine." He said firmly.

"What if I annoy you too much?" I mumbled but somehow he still heard me.

"An- Annoy us? One second" He stopped the car just a few metres away from the plane. "Come here" he tapped his lap.