Chapter 28 iHate Kilala

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..♥ Jasmine's. P.O.V. ♥..

"Tomorrow is Eid! Wake up, Jassy! Today's the last day of Ramadan!"

T was saying that since the beginning of the week. He's obsesses with Eid shopping and I don't blame him, because Eid is an amazing and beautiful for Muslims.

"Get up, Jasmine. We're gonna be late." He said, throwing a purple pillow at me.

"What's the time?" I asked, yawning.

"1:29 AM."

Oh, shoot!

It's already one and I didn't get ready at all.

"How come you didn't wake me up earlier?" I balmed T and got up from the bed.

"Blame yourself for that. I tried thousand times and you---"

"Just do me a favor and get a comfortable cloth from my closet, thank you," and with that, I left the room.

"I found a black scarf and abaya," T shouted from the closet.

"I said comfortable not black stuff. Just get me the bright dress with belt and the tan scarf in my second---"

"Got it. What else do you want?"

"And comfortable shoes, thank you." And with that, I hit the shower.

After about twenty minutes of a hot shower, I was finally ready to go.

"Guess who's here?" T asked, strolling towards me.

"Who's here? Jessica?"

"No, it's your boss. He's giving us a ride to the mall." He smiled, widely.

For some reason. It bothered me, Mr. James coming over. It was getting really irritating.

I hope the monster is not with him.

"Why did he come anyway?" I asked T.

"He's giving us a ride, hurry."

I cannot wait the my driver linces because, I won't be needing anyone to give me a freaking ride to everywhere I go.

"Jasmine, come on--"

"Chill out, kid, " I told T, while putting my shoes on.

Finally, I was on the car. To be honest, It was very weird, because Mr. James was staring at me the whole time. But, thanks to my phone, I wasn't even paying attention to him.

"Hey, Mine. Can you text Nicole and tell her to be outside in five minutes," Mr. James asked and I did.

Me: Hey, N :) be outside in 5 min.

Nicole: heyyy! Thanks and I'm already out.

Me: great! How are you?

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