Wild Ride - The Alternative Version (Book 2)

Chapter 8~Telling Jasmine

Jimmy's POV

On Sunday, a day after seeing Abigail for the first time, I decided to sit down with Jasmine and do my best to explain to her what I've found out in the short span of a few days. I would have to start with what happened six years ago, explaining to her everything Elise had told me. Then, I'd have to time skip in my story to the present time, starting with Elise telling me who the little girl was that she led me to believe was her niece. I was praying that Jasmine would not flip shit, because when she flips out, it can get very ugly. 

But, on the other hand, since I'd been trying to find out ways to break up with her in the most gentle way that I could, if she did flip shit, this could be where our break-up occurs even though it wouldn't be very gentle. I know, it's horrible that I've let our relationship go on this long, we've been together nearly as long as Abbie's been alive. But it wasn't until we had one of our many arguments that I actually realized how I felt, and I was no longer blinded. 

We'd fought over something stupid, as usual, and that something was the fact that, according to her, I would rather go out with the guys and screw around than spend time with her. Now, even though I'm trying to find out a way to leave her, that is not true. Just because I don't love her doesn't mean I don't like her, and I'd be willing to just be friends if she is. 

I told her that she was wrong, which was a mistake. I really need to learn that Jasmine is never 'wrong'. You'd think with this many years with her I would already know that. She then started accusing me of other things that were also not true, saying that I was probably really cheating on her and using 'being with the guys' as my cover up, when most of the time I said I'd be out with guys we were at the studio. But, y'know, Jasmine doesn't care about my side of things, she doesn't listen to me. She's always right, she always knows the answer to everything, and apparently she knows every little thing I do in the time we're not together. 

So, to sum it all up, our little spat turned into a full on, blown out of proportion fight. She started accusing me of more things, and I kept telling her she was wrong, and our voices just got louder and louder. I wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors could hear us. It ended with her storming off to her sister, Jessica, like always. I stomped upstairs and slammed the bedroom door shut behind me, deciding to go to bed early, when really I was just laying there and seething with anger. 

If there is one thing that I've learned for certain about Jasmine, it's that she always, always runs to Jessica whenever we fight, or I do something wrong. Notice how it's always me that's in the wrong and not her. Jessica, in turn, comes to chew me out usually the day after, and no matter how much I try to protest, she still sticks by her younger sister's side because she's protective. I guess I understand that, but I wish someone would listen to my side of the story for once, and actually take into account how I feel instead of just doing that for Jasmine. Most of the time I feel like nobody cares, and I ask myself how I got sucked into this

When Johnny and Jessica started dating, I'd been informed that Jasmine was into me. At first, I was hesitant, because I knew that she was a little bit of a troublemaker sometimes. However, I'd dated her anyway because, well... I was lonely. But now I'm even lonelier than before we'd started dating, even when she's with me. She does make me somewhat happy, but it doesn't last because we always fight, and now I know that I don't love her like I'd once thought I did. 

But now, I was cautiously and nervously walking into the kitchen where Jasmine was, putting away a bottle of water she'd been drinking out of. She turned around after shutting the refrigerator door and smiled at me. I gave kind of a weak smile back, and she noticed.

"What's wrong?" Jasmine asked in a soft tone that I wasn't sure would stay. 

"I need to talk to you about something." I said quietly. I gestured towards the table. "Sit down, it's kind of a long story. But no matter what, I want you to try not to get mad, please."