Changes

Chapter 2

Jasmine's POV

I am clearly annoyed at this Brian kid sitting next to me and even glancing to look at me. Who does he think he is? Oh yeah, he's the new kid. I'm going to have to get used to this sooner or later. I prefer never.

When class is over I rush to my vehicle. I really need a shot right now that my energy has been sucked out of me by this long day. I start the car and back up without looking through the rear view mirror. I hear a thud then I quickly put the brakes and hop out of the car. Shit. I look around quickly for anyone. If I smashed any school property i'm screwed. I glance quickly again and I see that Brian kid and he has a bruise on his arm. Fuck. I was the one who caused that. I quickly rush over to him in panic and start to apologize.

"This is all my fucking fault, I will pay for everything-" he cuts me off.

"Calm the fuck down." He shouts

"Okay, but can I at least buy you a coffee or something?" I ask, clearly defeated.

He climbs into the passenger side of my beat up old 1980 Ford Firebird. I zoom past the parking lot and into the crowded busy streets of Chicago.

"I can't believe you have a Ford Firebird, exactly like the one from Night Rider." He exclaims.

"Yeah, I fucking love that show." I turn up the radio so there is no further conversation. He is really getting on my nerves with his annoying self. But the way he told me to be calm made me realize that maybe he is a different person that people do not care to see. But still, he is annoying as hell and now he is in my car, just fantastic.

I pull up to a small coffee shop in the suburbs, this place has always brought back memories of my childhood that I do not really care to recall. I turn off the car engine and step out with Brian following.

As we enter the small coffee shop, the memories appear in my head, I push them back as always and take a seat next to the small window. Brian sits across from me and his eyes roam around the small space, then he puts

his attention back to me.

"This is a nice coffee shop" he compliments.

"Yeah, I used to come here all the time with my parents when I was a child." I say as I remember. He nods and looks down at the menu.

"What do you want to order?" I ask nicer than I intended to ask.

"You're in a better mood than before." He jokes, "Ummm.. the vanilla cappuccino sounds tasty."

"Waiter!" I shout.

"You don't have to be that impatient you know." he tells me.

"You don't have to tell me what I need to do." I snap back at him.

"Someone's in a pissy mood or on their period." he laughs.

A laugh escapes my lips.

"You're agreeing with me!" he laughs even louder.

"Yeah, I guess I am." I admit. "Nice to hear!" He smirks. The waiter comes by and takes our orders. He returns quickly after with steaming styrofoam cups with whipped cream on top. I take a sip and nearly burn my tongue. Fuck. This reminds me so much of my childhood. Stop, the memories.

"Are you alright?" Brian asks.

"Yeah, just remembering." I reply. I then pay for our drinks and we walk back and stand outside my car.

Brian's POV

"I'll drive you home now." She says. "No, I live close to hear and it's a short walk." I say, not trying to push it. I really don't know what to do, i'm just standing there like an idiot. Without thinking I lean forward and press my lips against hers. She then slips her tongue into my mouth and I let out a small moan.

"Get the fuck away from me!" She screams! "I have a boyfriend!!!" She yells even louder as she rushes to her car, starts the engine and leaves me standing there in the middle of the streets with all hope lost.