Jasmin has moved from Miami to Chicago, which is an amazing, but dangerous place.
She's innocent, but definitely knows her worth.
Jasmin has been through many ups and downs when she moved. She learned the difference between real friends and fake fri...
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Jasmin
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Slinging my book bag over my shoulder, I spritz another round of perfume over my body, stepping out of the locker room to get to my first class early.
Someone must've upset Coach Walker today cause she had us running around that track for a good thirty minutes before she let us do some practice rally. Of course, we were all tired by then and she said 'you guys need to up your game' before making us run some more laps.
I'm just glad I kept some extra shower gel and a sponge in my locker.
I turn the corner, making my way through all the sweaty football boys crowding the hallway, coming in from the weight room. "Jasmin wait for me." Kaliyah shouts out, before running back into the locker rooms.
I stop beside the water fountains, leaning against the wall there and stuffing my hands into my hoodie pocket. When I woke up, Emily said she felt the breeze today and that we should wear some matching hoodies we got the other day.
Knowing we would regret it later we still did. Mines is pink, Emily's is blue, and Amelia's is purple.
The hallway finally clears, and when I realize they were gone, I noticed my nose felt relief and the air was clear. Those football boys stink. The doors to the weight room open again, and two figures walk out side by side. Antonio comes into view and my heart for some reason speeds up like I'm scared of him.
He has on a grey tank, clinging to his chest tightly, like a second skin that you could see the ridges and cuts of his abs. It displays the long sleeve of tattoos on his left arm, along with the tattoo wrapped around his calf from wearing basketball shorts.
"Bullshit." Coach Bonner, beside him says. Coach Bonner is a buff and tall guy. He has a buzz cut, and sharp features. From where I stand, he's probably about 6'6. Tall enough for me to be scared.
"Only thing i see as bullshit is you be saying we ain't doin sum right but i ain't never seen you get on the field and do it." Antonio says, his head pointed down towards his phone when he speaks, his fingers tapping the screen rapidly
Coach Bonner sends a polite tight-lipped smile down at me before they walk past. "I don't want yall to feel insecure and start playing worse."
"Bullshit." I hear Antonio mutter. The door to our locker room opens again and Kaliyah comes out, struggling to fit her volleyball shoes in her bag.
"Alright let's go Jasmin." From the corner of my eye, I see Antonio's head lift from his phone and turn around, but I quickly turn my body around and start walking around the corner before I could meet his eyes.
