nurse; mgc

seventeen

Jasmine's POV

THE NEXT DAY

I walked out of my English class, and began to speed walk towards the cafeteria, in hopes of landing a seat. I threw my books into my locker and continued walking, before a tight grip found its way to my arm, and yanked me to face it.

"Hey Jasmine," Calum greeted, his voice sounding nothing like his action. I was a bit shocked to see him talk to me, Michael's friends never really socialized with me without him present. Especially the blonde one.

"Hey Calum?" I answered more like a question. "You have any plans today?" He asked and I shook my head, "Let's get lunch then."

"Umm..?"

"As friends."

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Calum brought me to the park, the day was bright and warm and all he gave me was half of his sandwich because he didn't have any money to buy lunch. I was beginning to regret saying yes to him, but I was curious into where this was going. "Why did you bring me here?" I asked, folding my hands in my lap.

Calum shrugged, "I just want to get to know you."

"What do your parents do?" He asked, my mind scavenged for ideas. "Uhm my dad is a nurse, and my mom is dead." I said, Calum immediately looked down.

"Oh, sorry."

"You didn't kill her," I shot back, calum opened his mouth to speak but I knew it wouldn't help - "what do your parents do?"

"Boring shit, my dad works for a shoe company and my mom sells soap dispensers" he shrugged and I nodded. "Michael said you were pretty rich" calum spoke suddenly, making me giggle.

"I'm, uh, yeah."

"I saw you at that apartment complex yesterday though."

Shit.

"Yeah, that was just my.. uncle."

"You call your uncle, dad?" Calum shot back, arching his dark brow. "Why are you lying?" He spoke compassionately, "I know that was your father, Jasmine. What's going on?"

"Nothing, I don't even know you, why are you-"

"Jasmine," his soft hand rubbed my knee, all of a sudden the words started forcing themselves out of my mouth, words I'd never even think of sharing with anyone. Not even Michael.

"My mom.. she sold drugs to keep a living. She put her life in danger for me, for 6 years. the cops started to catch up with her, and she dumped me on my fathers doorstep with nothing but a teddy bear and a letter, and ran away. I was 10 when she got out of jail, she lived with my father and i for a few years until money started to get low again, and she couldn't get a job because of her record. She started selling herself. Money starting coming on fast, we got a nice house, in the middle of no where. I had no idea, where this money was coming from until when I was 14 and she took me to work one day. Men with sweet smiles, and scotch filled bellies looked at me, people asked how much it would be for the 'little one' and i just didn't understand. She took me into a room, filled with other women and disappeared with a dark blonde. All of a sudden a man grabbed me, I pushed him away and told him to stop but she squeezed me harder. He sinked his nails into my ass, and told the other women to leave. He began to unbutton my pants and suddenly he word stop didn't mean shit anymore, and I heard a gunshot. I pushed and struggled out of the mans grip and ran to the source of the sound. My mom laid on the floor half-naked with blood gushing out of her chest, all she said was 'im sorry, jazzy' and closed her eyes. That was the last time, I ever saw my mom. But now all her shit is catching up to us, we're in so much debt, and our "nice house" got foreclosed. My dad is working 4 jobs in a disgusting one room apartment to protect me. My aunts paying for my tuition, my clothes, my car..." I finished, with nothing but a sigh. One million pounds were lifted off my shoulder, but were back in seconds. What's going to happen?

"Why are you hiding this from Michael?" Was all he asked and a tear rolled down my brown cheek. "Because, fuck, Calum. Those girls were right! I'm just a hoodrat, and that's all I'll ever be." More tears started flowing from my eyes, and brown eyes just stared at me, trying to figure out what to say.

My anxiety piled up inside me. Is he gonna tell Michael? Are people gonna find out? Could I really trust him? What is he going to do?

soft pink lips met mine in seconds, warming up my cheeks as his tattooed hand rested under my sweatshirt. a million emotions buzzed through my body, but the worst thing is, guilt was not one of them.