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Jasmine's pov

I meet my brother at his car. We talked for a little while but it wasn't really exciting.

When I got home I wanted to text Zach but I didn't have his number.
A part of me wanted to make sure Ashton was calmed down. Yeah I really should hate Ashton but I can't. It's something about him I can't hate.

I go to my room laying on my bed. I changed into comfortable clothes and started to read a book. After an hour my phone buzzes..

Z=Zach  J=Jasmine

Z=Let's get frozen yogurt. P.s your friend Sydney gave me your number.

J= Umm sure I guess. Be there in 10.

I smile and put on a white crop top, shorts and a white pair on converses. I grab my purse and phone then go.
When I get there I looked for Zach. I found him the back with some strawberry yogurt. I sit beside him taking a bite of his yogurt.

"Hey there." He says with a smile.

"Hi." I say getting his spoon and eating more.

"Your favorite right?" He says with a smirk on his face.

"Oo the bad boy is sooo nice!" I say looking at him. He took out his phone and started to text someone but I couldn't see who.

"What happened today?" He asked putting his phone down.

"It was nothing and probably won't happen again. Ashton is my ex-boyfriend." I say playing with my hair.

"Your ex? We play football! I'm the captain , he's never talked about you!" He says getting mad. I keep my head low not trying to make eye contact.

"We're like best friends!" He says slamming his hand on the table while I finish the yogurt.

"Maybe he was embarrassed of me!" I say regretting I ever said it.

"Of you! Your amazing!" He says making me blush.

I get text from someone.

"I have to go Zach." I say looking outside.

"Ok. I'll text you later." He says winking. He kisses my forehead and whispers in my ear, "Your beautiful." I smile and wave goodbye.

I walk outside to see a gloomy sky. I wanted to turn around and hold Zach but I didn't want to look like a baby. Sometimes I really hate living in Florida.

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