Wish We Could Turn Back Time m.c

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

February eventually faded into March, the end of the art contest drawing closer and closer. Jasmine and I were on edge, practically jumping up and down every time we went on the contest website and seeing all the positive feedback I was getting on the drawing. Jasmine is sure that I'm going to win, but I keep telling her not to get her hopes up too high.

"Why? Your drawing is by far the best on there! Just believe in yourself, Lace!" She exclaimed in her usual overly perky way through the phone one day when we were facetiming.

"Because Jaz, if I get myself all worked up and set on winning, I'm just going to be even more disappointed when I lose. I've gotta stay grounded and remind myself how little of a chance I really have of the judges picking me," I replied, thinking of all the other amazing entries I saw on that website.

"Ugh, sometimes I wish you would just listen to me. Not everything you do is wrong or worthless or stupid, you know. Some people actually like the things you do," she gestured to the computer she had sitting on her lap where she obviously had the contest website open and was looking at the comments on my entry.

"I know not everything I do is worthless," I said, not really believing my own words, "I'm just saying, I don't want to make myself sure that I'm going to win, just to have my feelings get really hurt when I don't. There's a lot of other good entries out there, ya know."

"Whatever. Let's talk about something else, it seems like this contest is all we talk about lately. How's Al?" Jasmine abruptly changed the subject.

"What do you mean how's Al?" I raised an eyebrow at her, knowing where this was going.

"Has he openly professed his love for you yet?" Jasmine looked serious and hopeful.

"No! Gosh, how many times do I have to tell you, he doesn't have a crush on me."

"Well, if he doesn't then what's with all the flirting then?" Jasmine raised an eyebrow back at me. Well, she tried to at least. It looked more like she was holding in a fart since she can't really raise one eyebrow.

"I don't know," I replied shortly. It was a lame answer, but I just knew he didn't like me like that. He just couldn't.

"Well I do. No offense, but who has more social experience here?" She hadn't stopped making that face yet and I couldn't hold in my laughter anymore.

"You have more social experience, but could you please stop trying to raise your eyebrow? You look like some kind of constipated cow," I said through my laughter.

"What you mean this?" She made her facial features wiggle which made me crack up anymore, "you mean it doesn't make me look intelligent?"

"NO! Jasmine, stoooop," I begged when she continued.

"Fine. But only if you admit that Al is head over heels in love with you," she argued.

"Fine, but only if you never say head over heels again. That is so cringey," I shuddered inwardly.

"Not as cringey as-" she started to make the face again before I laughed and cut her off.

"NO! Fine, Al loves me, happy?"

"Very," she smiled with satisfaction.

"Okay well, I gotta hit the hey. G'night," I got ready to hang up.

"Hit the hey is cringey," Jasmine said.

"You're cringey. G'night," I hung up while she was still laughing. I smiled to myself, still amazed at the fact that I managed to make such an amazing friend.