My Guys.

4

Jasmine

"What are you talking about?" I laughed.

"I said go and change, Jasmine" George ordered.

"Why?!" I was wearing cargo shorts and a off shoulder tank top because it was literally 28° outside despite it being April.

"Because I don't want anyone staring at you"

"Is that the only reason?"

"Yes. Just go change Jas"

"Into what?"

"Long sleeves first of all-"

"It's twenty eight degrees George and I'm going to be stuck in class all day!"

"So?"

"I'm not wearing long sleeves when it's boiling"

"Fine." He shrugged and picked up his shoes. "if you loved me then you'd change" he mumbled loud enough for me to hear it.

"George-"

"No it's okay. I just want to keep you safe my dear" he came up to me and placed a hand on my cheek "I'm only telling you to change because I love you." He brushed an eyelash away from under my eye.

I just had a déjà vu.

"Okay" I whispered, making him smile. "You're lucky you're cute" I tiptoed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

. . .

"I don't understand why you are wearing that? It's so hot." Krishna asked, talking about the white long sleeved t-shirt I was wearing.

"Just felt like it." I lied. George hasn't changed at all. I need to be the one to break up with him this time.

She raised an eyebrow at me "You sure?" I nodded. "Hm okay. Do you want to come out with me and some of my other friends?" She asked as we walked back to mine.

"Why do you have friends other than me?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Do you want to come or not?" She sighed.

"I can't." I opened my door "I have to go to work in a bit"

"Okay. Call me if you change your mind" she kissed me on the cheek before walking away as I went inside.

"Hey babe" I greeted when I saw George laying on the sofa on his phone.

"Who were you with?"

"Krishna and Kishan" I went into the kitchen to make a sandwich.

"I think you should stop hanging out with them."

I laughed "What? No way. What's wrong with you? Are you crazy?"

"I'm being serious. Anything could happen. You're bisexual." He whispered the last word.

I walked into the living room with a knife in my hand and went over to him. I put the tip of the knife under his chin and lifted his head up.
"What are trying to say?"