nurse; mgc

nineteen

Jasmine's POV

I walked in to detention, already pissed off, only to see only Calum in the room. My heart sped up, and I contemplated jumping out of the window. "Oh" I giggled, making my way to a seat a couple chairs down from him.

We sat in comfortable silence for a little, until the teacher left to go to the bathroom, and Calum moved infront of me. "So... are we gonna talk about that kiss..?"

"Um.. I.. I'm with Michael?" I said, sounding more unsure than he is.

"I know." was all he said. "I just think you made a mistake."

I scrunched up my face in confusion, "what do you mean?" I asked him. "Well, you're really... You're out of his league, and when a girls like you are with guys like him... your worth goes down."

"Why is my self-worth measured by the guys that like me? That's pretty sexist, Calum." I crossed my brown arms infront of my chest, which he proceeded to touch. I flinched.

"No, I didn't mean it like that," Calum sighed, "i'm bad with words. What I'm trying to say is you're a really pretty girl Jasmine, and you don't really seem to notice how many guys are trying to get close to you, but you're dating Michael. It seems like your just after his money or something, because if you saw the guys wanting you.. trust me, you wouldn't give Michael a second look. I know how mean that sounds, I love Michael, we've been friends since year 7.. but I know you can do better." Calum explained and all I did was look out the window, I ran my fingertips up and down my arm, keeping my focus on anything but Calum.

Was he right? Could I do better? No, and even if I can, I like Michael. He's sweet, funny, talented, and we had sex. I can't leave now.

I just shook my head. "I like Michael, and I really don't care what anyone else thinks." I mumbled over to Calum. He turned around suddenly, now sitting backwards on the chair his cold hands reached under my desk to my knee. His fingers ran over the skin exposed by my ripped jeans. "I would be so much better." He whispered, his words coated as thick with his accent as they were with lust and betrayal. He removed his hand, and instead to the soft skin on my jaw. "I know you want me." He whispered, his lips so close to mine that they brushed against mine.

He leaned into a kiss, and for a second I actually believed this fucker. I gripped his wrist sharply and tossed it away, "well, you're wrong." I growled standing up and stomping out of the classroom. He just followed me with his eyes, hunched back in the chair, chuckling. THe dark brown hair hung over his face, the blonde highlights he owned bright with the sunset lighting breaking through the window.

"Uhm, Jasmine? Where are you going?" Mr. Radai called after me. "Family issues." I mumbled, slamming the door shut before I hurried the hell out of there, to of course, Michael.

-

I drove over to Michael's house, sighing in relief when his mums car wasn't parked outside. I rang the doorbell, leaning on the wall, impatiently waiting for him to answer. I heard stumbling and the door soon swung open to a shirtless Michael, in sweatpants. "Hi" I smiled, appearing a lot weaker than I tried. "Hi?" He responded.

"I just needed to see you. Is your mom home?" I asked and he shook his head, scanning his driveway as if I had dropped a bomb. "Okay come in." He said finally, i furrowed my eyebrows together briefly before walking in and taking off my shoes.

"What did you say you needed?" Michael asked, "nothing, I just... I missed you." I stood taller, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Aren't you happy to see me?" I pouted at him and he hesitantly wrapped his arms around my waist. "Y-Yeah, I am. Sorry, I was studying." He said and I just giggled.

"Really? I thought you hated school?" I asked and he nodded, "I do, but I also hate homelessness."

I just nodded, and removed my arms from him. "Wanna go cuddle?" I asked perking up my eyebrows and he just smiled running to the couch, and collapsing like a child. Michael opened his arms like a big teddy bear and I lay in them, one hand resting on my hip, the other underneath the pillow, as we spooned.

"You're like my big fluffy emo teddy bear."

"Punk rock," he corrected.