Chapter Eight: Lost Puppy
{Jasmine's Point Of View}
"Victoria, I've been meaning to ask..." Tristan trails off as soon as she sprints out of the library.
"Smooth, genius. " I snort at my brother's failed attempt.
"Shut up, Jas!" He sucks his lip in and out in contemplation. "Why'd she run off?"
"Tristan, I'm a girl. Not a mind reader." I roll my eyes and sigh. I might as well help. "She was probably just freaked out that we were talking about her. She'll be fine."
"Really?"
"Yes, Tristan, so you can stop worrying." I roll my eyes at my lovesick brother. He gets sorta clingy sometimes.
"Jas, are you sure?" Tristan asks me hesitantly.
"Yes. Now, let's get home before Mom kills us." Tristan sighs as he gives up questioning about Victoria.
I feel bad for her. She's gonna have Tristan following her around like a lost puppy. I laugh lowly about that, but when Tristan shoots me a questioning look, I turn it in to a cough.
Poor Victoria Cross.
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Sorry I haven't updated for 40 days but I was busy. Hope you enjoyed it.
-TotalNerd23
P. S.
Anyone notice that this wasn't very depressing? Yay!!
Okay. Bye!
Originally published on: September 26, 2015
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