nurse; mgc

twenty-nine

Jasmine's POV

After Michael left me alone in that laundry room, I left through the window and jumped the fence - to embarrassed to walk all the way through the house. I took the bus straight back home and collapsed on the couch with a jumbo bag of hot Cheetos. Half-way through a random sad white-washed movie, or might I say regular since Hollywood seems to forget that black people exist. I was a mess, my wig sat next to me, my mascara was running, my nails were in a pile on the table. I was fucking over it. The only thing I wanted was to call someone, but I soon realized I had no one to call.

The doorbell rang and i sprung up, mentally preparing myself for the aftermath of eating a full pizza. I grabbed my wallet off the counter and swung it open, not giving two fucks I was in a wig cap.

I pulled out a twenty dollar bill and stretched my hand out only to see Calum standing there, with no pizza.

"Hell no, you need to leave right now, like right right now Calum, I-"

"Jasmine, Jasmine, Jasmine" he spoke over me until I shut up, scowling him down as he spoke. "You forgot your phone." Was all he said. I took the iPhone out of his tattooed hands. And for the first time I felt what it was like to truly be looked at. Brown eyes scanned me head-to-toe, dripping with concern - the kiwi boy asked, "are you okay?"

"No." I mumbled under my breath.

"Can I come in?"

I didn't say anything, but some how he understood and followed me inside of the house locking the door behind himself. I sat down on the couch and paused the movie, and he sat down next to me.

"Did you and Michael.. break up?" Calum asked softly. "I don't know, I followed him, I told him everything, I told him I was drunk. It's almost as if he didn't care about us.. he cared more about me lying," I sighed. "It just hurts cause' he doesn't seem to understand that it's such a sensitive issue to me I can't just spill it to a total stranger"

"But you did to me, and You barely knew my name back then." Calum added, not making me feel any better about myself. "I still don't understand why-- I just, I really really like Michael, and I didn't want to loose him. But it doesn't matter any more." I looked down at my thighs.

"Why?" Calum asked.

"Because he doesn't love me back."

"Jasmine, that boy is madly in love with you. To the point that it's creepy, he actually never shuts up about you. Anything he said tonight, he didn't mean. A lot of people been telling him that your shady, that your using him, that your too good for him. So maybe he's putting his guard back up" Calum suggested, I shrugged.

"Should I give him some space?" I asked and Calum shook his head, "don't worry about it. I'll take responsibility," Calum said proudly, I looked at him confused. "It was partly my fault, you didn't want too and I sorta took advantage of you. Not to mention I was the one who kissed you, every singe time. You really didn't do shit." Calum confessed. "Im sorry I tried to ruin your relationship. Don't know where the fuck I was tryna get myself with that," he chuckled, "You guys deserve each other 100%, and I promise I'll back up. Friends?"

"Friends."