No emotions involved //JANTHONY//

Its a deal

*JASMINE's POV *

"Anthony ?" I asked, one eyebrow raised at him, "You were . . . gonna say something?"

"Yeah, I was . . . Jas , you're probably gonna beat me up for this – , but . . . Do you wanna have sex with me? You know, just as friends?"

I jumped up. "WHAT?"

"I know, I know, its stupid, but . . . we both agreed that we liked the . . . 'checkers', and, well,I just thought we might try it—"

"Well you thought wrong!" I couldn't believe this! "What kind of girl d'you think I am? Some kind of half-pint prostitute who fucks every guy at any chance he gets?—"

"No, no, of course not, I really do respect you, Jasmine . But since we're friends – and don't even try to deny the fact that we're friends, because I know that you know that we are – I just thought, since we probably won't be having sex with anyone anytime soon ,and we both enjoy the experience, and we both trust each other . . . It seems logical, don't you think?"

"Fuck logic. There is nothing logical about the words coming outta your mouth. Is it crazy day? Is Stephanie  gonna come and propose to me?"

"Think about it, Jasmine , please."

I took a deep breath, and ran my hand through my fringe. "Gimme a sec,"

"Take all the time you need,"

I smiled at him grimly.

So. Anthony  wanted us to have sex – but just as friends. Hell, that would be awkward. How would we sort that out? I could imagine it now, 'Uh, hey, Ant , can I come to your house after school?' 'Sure, why?' 'Oh, um, I'm horny.' WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? THIS WAS ANTHONY RAMOS . I wasn't going to have sex with him! Why was I even thinking about this? But then again . . . like he said, we both have this amazing sex-drive, we both don't have anyone to satisfy aforementioned amazing sex-drive, and we're both friends – as much as I hate to admit it, and we both trust each other. I looked up to see him waiting patiently.

"Okay," I sighed, exhaling loudly.

"Have you made a decision?"

"Don't be all getlemanly with me. Just you be you, and I'll be me. 'Kay?"

"Umm, 'kay?"

"Good,"

"So, you made your mind up, bitch?"

I scowled at him, "Just because I don't want you to be a gentleman doesn't mean you've got to be an asshole."

"Jas , I think you're avoiding the question,"

I grimaced. I was. I said the words so quickly it all came out as one, "YeahsureIthinkweshoulddoit."

He grinned. "I knew it, I mean, who can resist"—He licked his thumb and then smoothed his eyebrow with it – "This?"

"I thought I could," I mumbled to myself.

"So, hows this going to work, then? Do I just leap on top of you anytime I'm horny, yeah?" I said, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell. "You can text me,"

I bit my lip, "I would, but I drowned my phone arlier when I found out that my boyfriend dumped me . . ."

He sighed and shook his head, "Then we can either tell each other in person or over e-mail. You choose,"

"Yeah, both sound good."

"Great." He said, getting off of the bench he was on. "So . . . How about tommorow?"

"What?" I said, not understanding.

"You know, for the . . . "

". . . Oh," I said, finally getting it. "Well, er, sure, we can, um, meet up at my house, I guess. My moms working till' early morning, and my dad has shows he's doing and yeah  . . . "

"Great. So it's a date."

"Its not a date, dipshit," I reminded him, "We're not dating. We're . . . Friends. With benefits. No emotion involved. Its just sex."

"Right," He said, nodding slowly, "Just sex."

"So . . . I'll see you tommorow? At eight?"

"Can't wait," He smiled.

I nodded, and turned on my heels, then started to walk away slowly, I looked back at him, and he was smirking at me, I caught his eye, and he inked at me. I quickly looked away, pushing away the thoughts that would definitely come out at hight while I was trying to sleep.

~.~.~.~

When I got home, true to my prediction, my mom was there, on the couch. I shut the door behind meand braced myself for a severe telling-off. I which my mom would probably use my full name – Jasmine Cephas  Jones . I pictured it in my head and shuddered. But, to my surprise, she turned around to look at me, and smiled. Then she told me Phillipa had called, and I should call her back. I didn't ask any questions – Never look a girft horse in the mouth – instead, I grabbed the telephone handset and called Phillipa . How much should I tell her?

//Hope you liked this chapter. In the next chapter is a sex scene ,don't like ? Don't read// .