Looking up [On Hold]

Jasmine P.O.V- Confrontation

[A:N: I know I am a horrible person, but I was REALLY busy and never got around to finishing the last part of the new chapter. I TOTALLY started writing it right after the previous chapter, but FINISHING it was hard. And sadly :(, I still didn't finish it, BUT I do have an extra chapter (I already wrote this, but I didn't have time to put it up) and it is in Jasmine P.O.V. I don't plan to always switch P.O.V, but since I feel guilty and love you guys :0]

My expensive loutibions clinked on the marble floor as I walked with my chin up, determination in my step. I didn't even spare one glance behind me as I heard my friends scamper after me. They knew better to mess with me right now. Usually, I was a force to be reckoned with, but now I was lethal and pissed off.

"Dad!" I yelled while I kept walking to my destination. "Daddy dearest, where are you?" I taunted him, my voice bouncing off the walls.

I was no fool. I knew the power I held over my parents and I was not afraid of using it. How dare my dad even suggest such a scandalous idea.

Walking past the spiral staircase, my pace did not lessen, even after I heard my brother say a quick "hi" to my friends. He would join my soon, I swear his life mission was to make me miserable.

"Jess, what are you doing?" my brother asked in his stupid cautious voice. The voice he used when he felt he had to right to tell me what to do, just because him and his high moral standards didn't agree.

"Hey, big bro, how it's going?" I asked in a nonchalant voice, my pace staying even.

He struggled to match my pace and I inwardly grinned, "Jess, don't play dumb with me, you're on the walk of terror, don't tell me it's about that stupid text," he told me while he looked me over.

My heels skidded to a stop and I turned around to face my brother, poking him in his chest, "Yes, it's about that stupid text, you dumb nit. What else would I be mad about?" I yelled at him, enraged.

Jalen smiled coyly, "I don't know what you would be mad about, you're mad every day."

I sighed, and let my finger drop from my brother's chest. He was right, I was always pissed off, but this was different. "This is different, dummy, my trust has been broken by our father, I am not simply just mad," I whispered-yelled.

Shaking my head, I started back up walking. My hand rubbed down my red half shirt and the top of my jeans, as if I could rid myself of the thought that I just let my brother piss me off further. I never yelled, and I never cared. The exception was always stupid Jalen.

"Jess, Jalen?" asked a familiar and high-pitched voice coming from the right of me.

My brother eyes widened in shock. I rolled my eyes and turned toward my mother.

Folding my arms across my chest and leaning on one leg, "Hi mommy," I spat.

She didn't deserve to have a caring daughter today, not after she was probably in on what dad text me something so serious, the coward.

Readying my mouth to deliver one of my famous speeches I saved for a time my parents pissed me off, I was cut off by my brother.

"Where's dad,is he's home??" my dim-wit brother asked while walking past me and five feet of the fifteen feet that separated us from the enemy.

I rolled my eyes, and pushed past my brother and made my way three feet away from my mom. "Really, so you are just going to do what you want, without any thoughts to my feelings?" I asked her with my eyes and voice cold.

My mom wringed his hands together and looked everywhere, but at me, until she finally responded. She never liked disappointing me, after all I was her daughter, her reflection.

"Jess, you have to understand, your cousin is in desperate need," she said, as her voice begged me to understand.

I looked around the foyer and up at the diamond chandelier, willing myself to calm my nerves.

I laughed menacingly, "O.k mom, so instead of calling you had to resort to a stupid text."

"Jess..," she started.I cut her off quickly, " Save it, mom, I cannot believe you would bring that thing in here, that you have the nerve to call my cousin, did you even think of my rep, huh? Did you think of my reputation, of my feelings? No, you thought that I would just help this girl and become her best friend, well newsflash, not happening," I yelled at her, my voice rising with every syllable.

My mom, opened her mouth to speak, but stopped when her eyes widened at a sight behind me. I rolled my eyes, I knew what was happening.

Within moments, the devil incarnated put his arm on my mother's arm. This close up I could see the worry lines and the premature gray in his hair. A normal daughter would worry about the stress being put on her father, but not me.

"Sweet, you do not need to explain yourself to a child," my dad told my mom while looking at her sweetly.

I tapped my foot, and looked around, at anything but the "happy" couple.

"Jasmine, how dare you speak to my wife like such?" my dad reprimanded.

I let out a low laugh and rolled my eyes, again. Funny, he doesn't act like much of a husband to me.

"But..," I started.

My dad interrupted me, "No Jasmine, this is the end of the discussion, the girl is staying with us and you will be hospitable, or else," he warned.

I narrowed my eyes at my mom and dad then turned around and pushed through my brother and my friends. I went out of the foyer, past the stairs, and toward the front door. I heard my friends coming after me, and my family talking in hush tones. Yanking the door open, I walked out into the day. I did not have to deal with this.