In A Perfect World

Chapter Two : He's Kat And I'm his Casper.

Thoughts were eating my brain. How did someone plant a paper in my secured pocket? It's hard to get there without me noticing, they must have caught me while I was busy doing something. Weird, because I wasn't doing anything the whole night. I was just sitting there. I'm sure that I was aware of every move I made and that was made around me. I'm not saying that I'm 007, but I had nothing to do.

I have to call the number, right? I'll just ask him how he did that and why. If it was for me to call him, well congratulations. He got his wish.

Before I could stop myself from making the stupid thing I was about to do, I dialed in his number.

Why did I just do that? What would I say I don-

I couldn't finish my thoughts because of an ecstatic voice on the other line.

"Yallo!"

"Hey um, Alex? Alex Quinn?" I asked shyly.

"Yes, who's this?"

"Um, you managed to slip your number in my pocket.."

"Huh?"

"I saw a piece of paper with your name and number on it in my pocket."

"Wait, who is this?"

Seriously dude, how could you not know who I am? Psshht I mean how... Okay, I can see why.

"Uh, Jasmine.."

"Jasmine who? I don't know a Jasmine." He said, his voice roguish. It's as if he was enjoying this.

"I don't know you either and I'd like to know how you did that?"

"Did what?" I could feel him laughing inside.

"Slip.The.Paper.Inside.My.Pocket." I pronounced each word so it wont be such a brain teaser for him.

"Look Jasmine, I don't know what the- Wait wait hold up!"

"Umm.." This is almost like a conversation with my own mother. I'm getting so impatient with this Alex guy.

"You're the girl from the party, aren't you? Clumsy Jasmine?"

"Clumsy Jasmine? What? Look, I said I was sorry already!"

"Yeah, It's a nickname i just made up for you. The note wasn't for you, you must have gotten it by mistake."

"How would a note crawl into my pocket?"

"I don't know, slowly?" Man, he's almost as sarcastic as I am.

"Seriously?" I was trying to scoff, but I ended up coughing instead.

"Look, I told you I don't know. Okay?"

"Fine, Whatever."

Real mature.

"Later Jasmine." Ass.

Well, that wasn't embarrassing at all. Why do people keep hanging up on me?

Monday:

I woke up, washed my face, and did all that good stuff. Then I changed my PJ's and slipped into mini floral dress and a maroon jacket. I managed to make my big mess of a hair into a cute side braid. Finally I went down stairs, only to wish I hadn't.

My dad was reading a paper while sipping on coffee in the living room. Run, Jasmine! Run!

"Oh Jasmine, good morning to you, too." Shoot. He caught me. I hadn't even finished turning around yet.

"Good morning , father." I said trying to smile. I'm sure I looked like a retarded sloth.

"Sit, we need to talk." Oh, oh. Is there a pause and run button in this situation?