Jasmine
I woke up around ten. It was quiet. My head was pounding. Where was I? This isn't my house.
Christian came in with a mug and a bottle of pills in his hands. He was shirtless and I saw a tattoo on his chest.
"Hello, Jasmine." Christian smiled.
"Hey." I felt a massive headache come on.
"Here." He shook one pill from the bottle and set it on my Palm.
I placed the pill in my mouth and washed it down with the water he gave me.
"So, did we?" I asked.
"No. You cried yourself to sleep. I realized that you just wanted someone to hear you out."
"Thank you for respecting me." I smiled.
Christian smiled and sat beside me. My cell phone rang.
"Jasmine May Jackson! Where the hell are you!" Paul screamed.
"I have a hangover, okay."
"I don't give a flying fat rats ass." Paul growled.
"Paul shut up. I'll be there in a minute." I hung up.
Cristian smiled at me. I shrugged. I got up from the bed and put on my shoes. Christian only watched.
"If your unhappy, why do you stay?" He asked.
I sighed. "I love him."
-
Paul was waiting for me. As soon as I got out my car, he was on my ass. He began ranting and raving about where I been and how he's been calling me all night. I simply stared at him.
"You were cheating, huh?" He asked.
"No. I was at a friend house. We talked all night." I answered which was true.
"Oh yeah right." Paul blue eyes narrowed. "You cheated on me."
I went in my car and pulled out the yellow envelope. I shove it at him. "Here."
"The hell?" Paul took the two pictures out. "What is this?"
"You say you never cheated? You bitch." I snapped.
"Jasmine, this isn't me. Look at-" Paul began.
I got in my car and pulled out the drive. "Your busted Paul." I mumbled.
-We're all in this together -
-I miss you guys yo.
