**Jasmine's POV**
In my room, I looked at the clock and it was 11.30 already. Then I called my friend Husna. I wanted to tell her about the incidence that happened a few days ago.
I dialed her number and held the telephone on my ear. "Hello, Husna?" I asked. "Hello Jazz?" Husna said. "Yes. I wanted to tell you something. But you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone. K?" I asked her to promise. "I promise. Tell me!" she sounded excited.
"A few days ago I asked my neighbour Jacob if he would go to prom with me. He said yes. I was kinda happy, so I wanted to tell Ayaat about it. Then I went over to her place so I could tell her about my prom date. After I went inside I shouted her name. But nobody replied. I heard someone upstairs giggling so I slowly went upstairs. I listened and she was talking to someone. Then she said that she knows someone who fancies that person. Guess what, that person she was talking about was me. So I was very curious so I just ran into the room. You know who I saw?"
**Husna's POV**
You know who I saw?" Jazz asked me. "No. Tell me who did you see?" I asked curious.
"I saw Jummah. With Ayaat. They looked like the just made out. My heart shattered. I felt so used and I just wanted to punch both of them in the face." Jazz started crying. "Jazz please stop crying. It's horrible what Ayaat did but she is not worth your tears." I tried to calm her. I wanted to give her a tight hug so she would feel better.
"Wait just a mint. I'm coming over k?" I asked. "Yes. Please, come over." she said still crying bit.
With that I hung up. It's good that we live in the same street. She lived on the beginning of the street and I lived at the end.
I took my blue 'oreo buddies' jumper and mobile and went downstairs. I put on my shoes.
I told my mom that Jazz told me to come over. I then jogged to Jazz' house. On my way I saw my friend Jason. I said "Hi". I jogged on and reached Jazz' place. I rang the bell and her brother opened the door and let me in. I went upstairs as fast as I could and knocked at Jazz' door.
I heard a little 'Come in' and I walked in.
**Jasmine's POV**
Husna walked in and sat next to me. She started comforting me and told me to get over Ayaat and Jummah. Husna is the one person who always has admired me. She said that I'm intelligent and pretty, which is so nice of her. Ayaat never said nice like that to me.
My mom didn't like Ayaat from the beginning and told me not to trust her, but I did. I just realized that my mom was right. This happened to me a few times. That my mom told me not to do something and I did. Then regretted not listening.
"Ayaat is such a whore" I heard Husna say. "Yeah? Does she like someone else? Again?" I asked looking on the floor. You should know that Ayaat is the only person, that I know, that likes different boys weekly. So she likes one boy for one week. Then she sees someone cuter than the boy before so she starts liking that boy. And so on so forth. That's hella annoying when you talk to her.
Once she was talking about some guys and I didn't knew them. Why? Because they were professional dancers or actors. I mean how can you love someone you've never seen in person.
"I saw her walking with someone else yesterday. I think it was a boy from the nerd class." she explained to me. The nerd classroom was the classroom next to our classroom. That class was sooooooo annoying!! Whatever! "K." I simply replied.
We stated to malign about Ayaat. It was not really maligning, because we would say everything, we talked about, in her face and tell her that she is hella annoying. So I guess it's not really maligning. As we were talking about Ayaat, my phone started ringing.
Shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A/N heyy hope you liked it :DD and tnx to Minoo for supporting me ;D BTW HAPPY RAMADAN
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FanfictionJasmine is a Pakistani girl and likes Jummah since she was in 4th grade, but he never liked her..... or did he? Maybe someday he will fall in love... with Jasmine? but it'll take some time.... let's see if they will fall for each other.... And what...