Best friends or more? (Jack Gilinsky fanfic)

Chapter 26 - Kian

Kian's POV

We were all just chilling in the water until Jasmine stormed out of it and skated off somewhere.

"Jasmine!" Brent yelled, running out of the water. We all looked at him with a confused look. I turned to see her racing down the street, faster than I've ever seen anyone skate. The last thing I saw was her golden hair flowing freely in the wind before she disappeared.

"I'll get her." I mumbled and hurried off to my car before I lost her. I jumped in and started the engine then sped down the street. I wonder what happened, I don't know her that well but it had to be something bad.

I looked from side-to-side at every intersection. She couldn't have gone too far. I looked down the street not too far from our hotel but was a little ways into the city and saw ombré hair flying in the wind. She put her penny board under her arm and walked into what looks like a bar. A bar? What the hell?

I parked a little down the street and ran over to the small shop. I walked into a smell of alcohol, smoke, and a tiny hint of puke. I pretended to wipe my nose with my arm to hide away the stench while weaving through people.

Then I saw the same hair from outside sitting down at the table. I slid down beside her and looked at her raging state. Her hands were on the table, her fingers fumbling with each other. She was also moving her leg up and down on the ground.

"I know what you're thinking," she said calmly, different then her physical behavior. I lifted my eyebrows up and hung my mouth open a little.

"You're thinking, 'what the hell is this crazy bitch doing? Why is she in a bar? Why is she angry? Why didn't she cover up before walking in here with a bunch of old pedophiles around me?'" She looked to the side of her and scoffed at the last sentence. I chuckled lightly and nodded my head.

"Yeah, that's pretty much exactly what I'm thinking." I continued to gaze at her until her mysterious, green eyes met mine, her face twisted in confusion.

"What?" she started.

"No really, that's exactly what I was thinking. Why the hell are you even here? You know, you could've gone somewhere, safer." I leaned closer to her and glanced out at the pool tables with lousy men staring at the fresh meat that arrived. I met her eyes again and saw they were filled with even more anger then before.

"Yeah, I know. You should've done this, Jasmine. You should've done that, Jasmine. Well listen here, I get to do what I fucking want, I don't need anyone looking over me and telling me where to go or what to do anymore; I've grown up. Why can't any of you fucking see that? I'm trying really hard too." She started off shouting, causing everyone to stare at us, but then she got quieter. I nodded, not understanding what she was talking about in particular, but knowing how she's feeling.

"You're definitely right, you don't need any of that at all, you don't deserve it, no one really does," I paused, looking down at my hands intertwined with each other on the table. "I don't know exactly what you're feeling or what you've been through, but I'm not pushing you to do anything."

"You don't know me, no one does. And I plan to keep it that way." She spits out, every word a lie. A greasy, dirty guy behind the bar walks past us and Jasmine gets his attention. "Right here, please."

I look at her with wide eyes full of disapproval and confusion. What the hell is she thinking?

"Jasmine, what are you-"

"Chill out Kian, I'm fine," she winks with a smile and turns back to the bartender. "A shot of vodka." She orders.

She's delusional. Why else would she be doing this? Because she's upset? She's eighteen, which isn't illegal in England, which also doesn't make any fucking sense to this topic. I guess I'll let her have one drink.