No emotions involved //JANTHONY//

Apples ,oh shit .

No Emotion Involved

Jasmine pov

Mr. Retard-Webly changed our seating plan today. Something about 'getting to know the other retards(I mean, students. No, I meant what I said.)in the class. How fan-fucking-tastic.

Guess who I'm sitting beside. No, really guess.

Anthony .

My life's awesome, right? Wrong.

So now I have to go through forty-five minutes of Math class with Anthony Ramos right beside me. Woop-dee-doo. And to top it all off, Renée keeps giving me these looks, and making signals that I should pretty much ride him on my desk. No, Renée . Just no.

I dared to look up at him and regretted it immediatly, because he was, like, totally invading my personal space. And he was looking at me. So there we were, face-to-face, practically gazing into each others eyes. Huh. He kinda smells nice. I breathed in a little, then smirked. He smelled like apples.

I liked apples.

My dad used to wear this cologne that smelt exactly how Anthony  smelt right now. Memories of hugging him on Christmas Day came back to me. He left us on Christmas Day for a tour .Of course, thinking about your dad while gazing into someones eyes was sick. No, I didn't 'love' my Dad. Not like that anyways. But smelling this on Anthony ... It was incredible.

I started hyperventilating. Anthony  smelt like apples. Oh shit.

'Jasmine ?' He whispered, making sure no one else could hear. 'Are you OK?'

'I'm great.' I told him. Sarcasm ftw.

He rolled his eyes. 'Tell me whats wrong?' He pleaded.

I took deep breaths, taking in more of that.. that smell.

'You smell like apples,' I stated.

He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to see how that made sense.

'O...kay?'

'I just... I just really, really really like apples, 'kay?'

I looked up, and saw Renée grinning triumphantly. Oh, Renée . You are so off the mark.

'And ...?'

I couldn't freaking take it anymore. I felt a heat rushing downwards. 'Just... Just meet me in the bathrooms during lunch, okay?' I hissed, squeezing my legs together, trying the ease the throbbing I felt.

He smirked. 'Sure,'

'I still hate you,' I muttered.

'Love you too,' He said.

'You're so annoying.'

'Am I?'

'Yeah, you are.'

'You didn't seem to think so last night,'

'Last night was different,' I hissed. 'I didn't know you were such an asshole then.'

Just then, the bell rang, and I bolted up out of my seat and over to Renée .

'Renée , do you think you could keep everyone out of the downstairs toilets during lunch?' She raised her eyebrows, then smiled.

'Why...?'

'I think you know why.' I huffed. She giggled. 'Sure, have fun. She looked over my shoulder and I saw Anthony  looking in her direction. I looked at what she was looking at. Anthony . She winked at him, and he blinked in surprise, then looked at me. I flipped him off with my middle finger, and walked away out the door. Just one more period, I told myself, then I can get rid of that maddening heat in between my legs. Its just sex. Still just sex. I don't love him. I hate him.

'Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Came a voice inside my head. I shook it off, and walked off to Science. One more period.