Misunderstood #Wattys2016

Chapter 35

Jasmine POV

I was just walking around the neighborhood trying to cool off. Truth is I'm not really mad at my dad, I just got issues. Long story short, I really really hate my aunt. I was just walking and I felt someone grab my shoulder. As an instinct I slapped the person with my left hand, but I instantly regretted it because I realized that it was just David.

Jasmine: oh my gosh I am so sorry.

David: wow you slap hard.

Jasmine: sorry. But you're not supposed to grab someone by the shoulder like that.

David: I didn't think I grabbed it that hard.

Jasmine: are you okay?

David: I will be.

Jasmine: I think you're gonna need some ice on that.

David: no it's fine. But um...how you been?

Jasmine: good. You?...before I smacked you.

David: great.

Jasmine: oh and guess what? 

David: what?

Jasmine: I finally graduated.

David: oh really when?

Jasmine: a couple days ago. I just got back today.

David: just got back?

Jasmine: I went to college in Boston.

David: what Harvard?

Jasmine: no. You'd have to be extremely smart to get into that.

David: then what college?

Jasmine: Boston university.

David: obviously. But I graduated too.

Jasmine: that was like five years ago.

David: it still counts.

I just playfully rolled my eyes.

David: anyways what are you doing out here?

Jasmine: going for a walk.

David: you okay?

Jasmine: yeah why?

David: you seem a bit gloom.

Jasmine: gloom? Where did you get the word gloom from?

David: my niece she always uses the word gloom. I hang with her too much.

Jasmine: and how old is your niece?

David: five. Anyways stop avoiding my question, what's going on with you?

Jasmine: nothing. I'm just me.

David: no you look very sad.

Jasmine: and how would you know?

David: let's see, the first time we actually hung out was at your sister's 17th birthday party and we hung out for like a good three or four hours. Then after that we went on one date to some random fair and we hung out again. You were cheerful but now you're...not.

Jasmine: well I kinda got into a fight with my dad.

David: oh. Was it bad?

Jasmine:I practically told him that I wished that he wasn't my father, or at least know he was.

David: then I guess it was bad.