No emotions involved //JANTHONY//

Explain

//keep in mind this is young janthony they're still in high school //

No Emotion Involved

Jasmine's pov

"Uh..."I began. I looked at Anthony , and his face was just emotionless. How were we gonna weasel out of this one? One look at my mom's face told me there would be no weaseling.

Well, shit.

Mom repeated her question, "What are these?!" She yelled again. "Condoms," Anthony replied her. I looked at him and resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

No shit, Sherlock.

Mom looked like she wanted to murder him, which, frighteningly, was a possibility since she knew where her gun was because it's only me and her in the apartment now .

"I know that, Anthony . What I really want to know is what they were doing in Jasmine's drawer." Shit. Shit shit fukity fuck shit. Mom focused her gaze on me.

Well, I've lived a long life...

I looked at Anthony again, and he just looked so fucking calm and not at all terrified and that shit was not ok.

I was fucking pissing myself over here and he was acting as if he wasn't at all affected.

Love you too, honey.

"Well... Mom they were there because I was using them," I told her, whispering the last two words as quietly as I could and squaring my shoulders, bracing myself for what was to come.

When she didn't say anything, I looked up at her, and she was just staring at me. Where was the screaming? The yelling? The possible crying? And that was just from Anthony .

Kidding. Anthony's a pro at hiding his emotions like that.

And it was getting on my fucking nerves. I looked at him again, and he finally said something. "Take a seat, Ms Lesley ," He said clearly, not looking nervous or fearful for his life or anything like that. Mom looked surprise, and I couldn't blame her. I was pretty shocked, too. Mom complied, nevertheless, and I smiled a little.

Mom sat on the sofa, and Anthony sat facing her, and also beside her. I went to sit beside Anthony , but mom glared at me, so I took a seat on the floor.

Sigh. Mothers.

"Explain." She demanded. And when mom says explain, well, you better fucking explain. It all came out in a rush. "Anthony and I have been dating for about two months now - well, we broke up, but we're back together now, anyhoo, so, yeah, we're sexually active and shit, but we've always been careful, and we've always used protection, and that packet of condoms isn't even open yet, so I don't know why I'm telling you all this instead of just telling you it was just in case something ever happened, and God, I'm idiot," I groaned, and buried my head in my hands. Anthony looked kinda worried for my mental sanity.

Well, he should be.

Mom looked kind of scared too, to be honest. I was so stupid! The pack of condoms hadn't even been opened yet, 'cause Anthony and I never used them. I was on the Pill, and I enjoyed the feeling Anthony inside of me without the condom

Call me a perv.

Haters gon' hate.

Then, mom said something, "Jazzy, sweetie... I'm glad you didn't lie about it. But you didn't even tell me you had a boyfriend!" Uh, those aren't the kind of secrets you blab to your mom about.

Amirite?

"Sorry, mom," I whispered. Mom turned to Anthony . "And you! I thought jazzy hated you!" He heh. Oh, mom, get with the times. That's so three months ago.