nurse; mgc

forty-one

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and sorry i haven't updated in like years damn

Calum's POV

Jasmine sat there. Her knees pulled up to her chest, and her face turned into my car window, watching the street go buy. I felt like fucking shit. I should've stopped him, I should've grabbed him by the neck and pulled him off her, instead of just sitting there and watching like a dumbass.

All I wanted was to put my hand to her knee, and press my lips to hers until she couldn't stop smiling. It was no secret that I still had the biggest crush on her, but she's my best friend's girl. I can't do that to Michael again. But she was so beautiful. Her curves, her curls, her dimples, her skin, her thick lips, her black gums, her dark eyes. I wanted her so bad.

All of a sudden, she screamed.

A loud, deafening scream, followed by sob after sob after sob. Tears poured from her big eyes like a waterfall. Wetting the entirety of her lap.

I pulled over immediately, swerving through multiple lanes, and I landed in a Chinese  restaurant parking lot.

"Jasmine, Jasmine," i cooed grabbing her little hand. "Stop, stop, why are you crying?" I pressed it in between my two. "He's gonna kill me! He's gonna kill me!" She cried in-between sobs. "He's not gonna kill you, Jasmine."

"He's gonna kill me, and it's gonna be all my fault! I should've just told him from the start! Why do I always have to be such-" she sobbed incoherently into my lap. I rubbed her back, murmuring some kind of support. "-shh, jazzy your overreacting."

"How the fuck am I supposed to act when someone chokes me, then tells me their gonna kill me!" She screamed, lifting herself from my lap.

"Then tell someone. Tell your dad, tell the police, tell Michael for god sake. Jasmine if you don't say anything, I will. You need to start taking yourself seriously! If he actually does kill you, I will never forgive myself for not doing anything. I should've pushed him off you, but I froze. I'm not letting him hurt you this time. I care about you Jasmine."

All of a sudden, I felt myself leaning in.

I couldn't stop myself, I just got closer and closer. I lifted my hand and wiped her wet teardrops still fresh on her face. Her face was as soft as a feather, all you could feel was the makeup she wore, but she didn't need. Closer, closer.. but jasmine didn't move, didn't flinch. Her eyes didn't even move. She was frozen.

Our lips brushed against each other and all I wanted was to lean in further but she finally pressed her hand to my shoulder. "Calum." She sighed.

"What is wrong with you?" She spoke slowly, softly. As if she pitied me.

"What?" I whispered.

"What is wrong with you. You know I'm dating, Michael yet you still play this little game. And you make me feel like such shit because I don't push you away, I don't slap you, I don't yell at you. Calum, I love Michael. I really do and I just don't wish you would respect that."

"I-I-I'm sorry. You're right. It's just, it's like, something took over me-"

"Your dick? Yeah."

"It's pretty big," i coughed, did I really just say that out loud? "I think I'm coming down with som-"

"Yeah, I remember." Her eyes widened glancing down at her lap. She cut me off and immediately I forgot what I was saying. "What, what did you just say?" i asked snapping my head towards her and she just burst into laughter. I gasped, wanting to press my hand on her knee but I help myself back. "Who's bigger? Me or Michael?"

"I kinda don't wanna answer that question" she laughed louder. "Come on! I'll buy you Chinese food." I persisted shaking her. "Spring rolls and noodles, and they have really good brocc-"

"Whatever, just answer."

"Okay." She said slowly, adjusting herself so she was fully facing the windshield. She then proceeded to clear her throat for 2 minutes. "Jasmine!" I shouted and she giggled.

".....michael."

"rude."