Why on earth did I care about Jasmine?
I sigh.
It's been 2 weeks since I drove her home and since then we have barely talked, and she doesn't waste a second to leave school once the bell rings.
The weirdest part is I noticed these changes, I don't usually notice a girl's change in attitude talk less of their behavior.
Once I even tried a asking Olivia what's up with her but she said nothing except that Jasmine's parents were home.
But why should that change anything.
I was staring at Jasmine as she was taking notes as an athlete I didn't really need to pay attention in class or at least that's what I told myself because,on the other hand, all my other team members did.
When our home room teacher walked in she asked to Olivia and Jasmine to come meet her at her desk, in front of the class.
They looked awkward standing next to each other, both of them roughly the same height but that's where the similarities end. One was standing straight as a ruler, hands in front of her, cloths neat, hair let down in many gorgeous layers while the other was slouching, arms folded, hair in a rough bun and bag flung across her shoulder it was funny that they were basically best friends.
I could not hear what the teacher was saying but Olivia's expression immediately turns from pleased to sad, tears about to fall meanwhile Jasmine looked worried as her attention shifted from our home room teacher to Olivia and back.
What was going on?
Olivia runs our of class and Jasmine follows only her feet fall more softly on the ground, and her hair flys in the wind ina way I thought only angels could.
I attempt to stand but our teacher orders me to sit and explains the situation to us.
"Olivia's mother is dead"
The class erupts Kamil looks heartbroken for her.he had a huge crush on her ever since she arrived at this school but she never had time for serious things only flings.
I tap his shoulder in form of comfort.
Sighing I place my head on my locker to fall asleep
...
I wake up once the bell rings, seeing that Jasmine and Olivia weren't back and Jasmine left her bag I thought I would go return it.
I held on the the strap not knowing were to start looking, maybe I should start with the parking lot.
I sight her bodyguards and walk up to them increasing my height to seem more intimidating.
"Jasmine forgot her bag" I mention tapping on one of the two men's back to get their attention.
"What?" His voice is deep, so deep that I think he would be able to communicate with animals that use echo location.
But then again education is not my strong suit.
"Jasmine's bag"I hand it to him and catch a glimpse of her behind him, I am guessing she was waiting for everyone to leave first or for the lump off flesh on her leg, which I just noticed, to stop shaking.
It was Olivia, crying?
I never would have guessed Olivia was the crying type but I guess losing a parent can do that to you.
"Can I?"I attempt to pass the wall made by the 2 men so I can reach Jasmine and Olivia.
"Sorry"they say pushing me back. I shift my head to the side to see Jasmine more closely. She catches my face and smiles sadly then waves at me.
Her men shut the door then drive away.
If I thought Jasmine looked out of it before that did not compare to this in the least.
Some one puts their hand on my shoulder, Kamil.
"Coach is looking for you" he pulls my attention back to reality and we move.
Nothing could make me concentrate on the match I was playing, I kept flunking till I was sent to bench.
I brushed my hand through my hair and sip some water.
Would it be an over step to go to her house to check up on her?
Yeah...
Maybe I should direct my attention to the girl whose mother actually died
I sigh then whip out my phone to call Olivia.
"Hello" her voice cracked.
"How you doing?" I was still out of breath.
"As well as I can"I her her sniffle followed by the sound something crashing on a mattress.
Well that means Jasmine has dropped off Olivia
"I offer my condolences, and coach said you can take a break from practice as long as you need too" that's a lie, I don't think coach knew, but it was something I could arrange.
"I would need that... I have one last favor to ask"
"Which is?"
"I would be taking a break from school for some time and Jasmine is already going to be taking notes for me and she is too busy to take on more load, so if it's not too much to ask can you and kamil be coming to my place to explain class to me"
Wow, that's a lot to ask from someone who falls asleep in every class.
"Kamil would be happy to but I..."
"Please Jasmine said you would "
She mentioned my trigger word, Jasmine.
"Fine...bye"I end the call.
Why on earth was u going through so much trouble to prove myself to someone we who could arguably careless?
...
All I wanted to do once I got home was take a shower, I didn't like my basketball clothes on my bed, it irked me.
But before I got in the shower Miss Evelyn called me, she was my language teacher and conveniently Jasmine's mannerisms instructor.
With the help of miss Evelyn I have become fluent in French (my favorite), Arabic and Dutch but now i have a new obsession with spanish because of one girl.
"Evelyn"
"That's a 'miss' to you"
I chuckle "miss Evelyn, what do you need"
"Nothing just called to inform you that I can't make it to your place today but next time I arrived you should be done with the French novel I sent to you"
"Pleased to announce I am almost done " I take my shirt off dumping it in the pile of dirty clothes my maid was holding.
"Good, greet your parents for me"
"Will do"I end the call, poking my head out of my bedroom door I yell "miss Evelyn can't come today " my parents reply with an okay.
I honestly like miss Evelyn for some reason but now I needed her because she was the closest thing I had to a similarity with Jasmine.
I wonder how she is doing now ?
