No emotions involved //JANTHONY//

I like playing checkers

//high school versions ,teenage janthony //

Jasmines pov

I 'm lieing, my bed, waiting for death. Or for my mom to find me. Whichever comes first. She'll probably lay off once I tell her. My boyfriend, Andy, dumped me today. He didn't even have the guts to say it to my face. He sent it to me in a text. Plain and simple 'This isn't working out, it's over'. What the fuck did he mean 'it's not working out'? I had given his almost two years of my life, and he had the nerve to dump me in a text?

After I read the text, I ran a bath full of water then put my phone in it. Once the screen flickered to black, I pulled the plug until the bath was empty. I left the phone there, though. I would love to do the same to Andy, I thought, and a grim smile crossed my face as I thought about holding him under water until he stopped kicking...

After a while, I decided to get out of bed. I mean, what was the point of feeling sorry for myself? Besides, I might as well enjoy my freedom while it lasts.

I felt a brief moment of regret for drowning my phone because, a, It's the iPhone,deux, The warranty expired last month, and three, I really want to talk to Renée or Phillipa  right now. I haven't told them about the break-up yet because they would be at school, and I didn't bother calling them  because they both never leave their phone on during school hours.

I hopped out of bed, and headed towards the front door, then froze. I should probably tell my mom where I was going in case she got worried. I picked up the phone, all set to call her, then dropped it again. No, I would be back by the time school was over. She didn't have to know.

-.-.-.-

"Jasmine cephas jones ?" I whipped around, looking for who had called my name. I calmed down a little when I saw it was only Anthony , I so did not want to talk to him right now, but then again, it could have been worse – It could've been my mom.

"What do you want?" I asked, resting my weight onto one foot and crossing my arms, my face set into a scowl.

"Oh, nothing, nothing. Just wanted to make sure it was you..."

I rolled my eyes at him. "What are you doing here? Aren't you meant to be at school?"

"Nah, didn't feel like it today."

"Really?"

"Yeah,"

"Okay, scroat face, somethings up. What is it?"

"It's really nothing, Jas . Just a small problem."

"Which is...?"

He sighed. "My girlfirend left me today,"

"No, you mean your girlfriend came to her senses today."

"Ouch," He crossed both hands over his chest, mimicing heartbreak.

"I know it sounds stupid coming from me, but I loved her." I bit my lip. I felt so horrible now. I had just gotten dumped myself. I knew wht it felt like.

"Well, I bet you weren't heart-broken enough to drown your phone."

"What?"

"I got dumped too,"

"Really?"

"Do you think I would make it up to make you feel better?"

He chuckled. "Probably not..."

"Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner." I muttered, edging towards him. I looked at him, then at the bench he was sitting on. He followed my eyes and got the clue. "Wanna sit down?"

"Yeah, whatever," I shrugged, trying to be as indifferent as I could about the whole thing. I sat down a couple of inches away from him and gazed up at the sky.

"Relationships suck, don't they?" I said, looking at him. To my surprise, he was already looking at me.

"They do."

"We should make a vow,"

"A vow?"

"Yeah. A vow not to get into any relationships ever again."

"Ever?"

"Ever. If you don't give your heart to someone, they can't break it, can they?"

"True,"

"Then don't give your heart to anyone. Keep it with your self. Marry your right hand."

He laughed at that last sentence, and I laughed too. It felt good. When I got that text from Andy, I was sure I would never laugh again.

"You have a cute laugh," He said, looking into my eyes again.

"Thanks," I muttered, looking down.

"So, do you think I'm actually going to end up marrying my right hand?"

"Probably." I smirked.

"You don't think I could get with a girl?"

"Definitely not."

"Kendall didn't think so."

"Who's Kendall?"

"My girlf— ... My ex."

"Oh, so, you .... Oh. Oh. Ew. Gross, Ant  I could have gone my whole life withpoit that mental image.."

"What mental image?" He asked so innocently that I wanted to slap him.

"You ... and a girl .. in bed ..."

"Doing what?" He asked again, just as innocently as before.

"Playing checkers," I muttered, giving him a shove.

"Oh, so we're using 'Playing checkers' as a metaphor for sex, now, are we?"

I laughed. "Guess so,"

"So .." He began. "Have you ... ever...?" I knew what he was saying at once, and nodded. "Yeah. Once or twice."

"Oh. Wow. Um ... cool, I guess."

I laughed at his awkwardness. "It was good, you know. I liked the game of checkers, but I wish he didn't have to dump me after it."

"He dumped you straight after you ... um ... Played checkers...?"

"Yeah," I scoffed. "I was with him twice last week, and we ... had a game of checkers both nights. He dumped me today."

"Ouch,"

"I know."

"Fuck relationships."

"I'm with you there,"

"But, like I said, I like the ... um ... Checkers."

"Did you?"

"Yeah. I wish there was a way for me to do it on my own."

"You can marry your right hand too," I smacked him, blushing furiously. What was I doing? Even if I had had this converstaion with Phillipa or even Renée ,hell even my mom I would definitely not had told them  all this! But it seemed to flow naturally.

"Nah, I'll just get One of my girlfriends  to do it for me." I joked, grinning at him. It was his turn to blush now.

"Well, if you do, can I watch?"

"Sure,"

"Can't wait,"

"I was kidding, idiot."

"I know."

Suddenly, he looked at me. Normally, I would've asked what the hell he was staring at. But something in his expression told me he was past joking, so I looked back at him and waited for him to speak.