A Dozen Reasons

Chapter 11- It Continues

“Well, well, well, isn’t it the boyfriend thief.”

I tossed the used paper towel into the trash bin.

I turned on my feet.

Chelsea.

She glared at me.

“I’m not a ‘boyfriend thief’.” My fingers air quoted the words “boyfriend thief”.

“You bit—“

Another girl came out of a stall, another blonde.

Is this school just full of blondes?

“Chelsea, back off,” she defended while washing her hands.

Chelsea glared at Madison. “Madison, you stay out of it, you bit—“

“Chelsea, if you don’t want to end up missing that precious audition of yours for ‘unknown reasons’, you better back off now.” She air quoted “unknown reasons”.

If looks could kill, Madison and I would have been dead already.

“You better watch your back, Madison,” she spat. “And you.” She pointed her finger in my face. “I’m not done with you.”

Chelsea gave me a deathly glare. Then stomped out of the bathroom, muttering under her breath.

I looked back at the girl who defended me. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Chelsea’s a drama queen.”

“Yeah, I can tell.”

She dried her hands off, and held her hand out. I shook it. “The name’s Madison. But you can just call me Maddie.”

“Well, thanks again Maddie. My name’s Jasmine. You can call me Jay.”

“Jasmine. That’s a beautiful name.” I smiled

She fixed her hair in the mirror.

Then I noticed…she was the same girl that was with Brian.

I inhaled sharply. She noticed. “Are you okay? You look sort of pale.”

“Yeah, I’m ok. I got to go, late for class.”

“Okay, well, see you later, Jay.” She grinned.

I waved goodbye, and exited.

I half expected Chelsea to have her grubby little hands all over Greg when I got back to him. But nope.

Handsome Greg was leaning there, waiting patiently.

I walked up to him, “I’ll give you a point and a half for waiting this time.”

He fake pouted, “Only a point and a half? Jasmine, that’s not fair.”

At the mention of my name, chills passed throughout my body. This is the first time he has actually said it, and I loved the way it sounded coming from him.

“Nope, sorry.” I walked along.

He chuckled, catching up to walk beside me.

I was watching him through the corner of me eye, he was reading my schedule.

“Guess what?” He smiled at me.

“What?”

“We have lunch right now.”

At the mention of lunch, my stomach began to gurgle. I placed my hand over to silence my hungry stomach.

“Good, because I think my stomach is about to eat itself.”