3 months later..
"Dimwit wake up!Jasmine's gonna be here in like half an hour or something. I don'tknow. I have a headache." Mia slammed the door shut.
Marc grunted on hispillow. Don't get him wrong, he loves her baby sister but like rightnow? It annoyed the living shit out of him. Her voice plus the doorslamming made his head pound even harder.
Dammit why doesJa—WAIT. WHAT.
"MIA MIA MIA MI—"
"WHAT THE FUCK DOYOU FUCKING WANT ASSHOLE"
"That's not anice thing to say to your bro—"
"Your point pls?"Marc sighed.
"What did you sayin my room just seconds ago..?"
"Ughh thatJasmine's gonna be here in like 30 minutes or fucking something Idon't know."
"What do you meanyou don't know?! You could've told me! When did you know about this?Why didn't you tell me?! The place is a mess!!!!" He exasperatedlysaid.
The room was mess,it's true. Bottles were everywhere, party confetti's littering around,left-over food. In short, the place was a wreck. And he got only 30mins to spare!
"Just like you"Mia murmured. But Marc didn't even bother, instead he called rightaway the front desk.
"Marc Kostas.Come up and clean the room. Bring variety of the best fresh breakfastmeal." He hanged-up.
"Pfft rude."Mia shook her head at him. 2 minutes later the 10 house cleaners camein and started cleaning the room. Marc was busying himself gettingready. He distinctively remember Jasmine saying that if you take acold shower, you'd look sober so he did that. He showered and shaved.Halfway shaving, he went outside just a towel with half of his faceunshaven.
"AHH MYINNOCE—well not that 'innocent' – EYES!!!" Mia ran toher room and slammed it. Marc didn't even bother cause' he hadforgotten something. He once again the front desk.
"Marc Kostas. Buyme a bouquet of roses, peonies, and carnations. It must be white andpink. No other color." then shut the phone and finished hisbusiness.
He didn't know whyhe was nervous seeing Jasmine again. Granted, they haven't talked for3 months, well they talked but not always, like in a month maybe onceor twice and he haven't seen her since.
He had fun with hisfreedom here, party, spending with Maria but sometimes he wouldwonder what Jasmine could be doing or where could she be.
What to wear.What to wear. He thought.
He didn't want tolook like he was having a hard time looking for an outfit. Forgoodness sake, they were just gonna have breakfast at HIS place—notsome damn restaurant.
He still haven't decided yet.
The sound ofdoorbell lost his thoughts as he ran out his room half naked—justhad his boxers on. He barely had time to realize that the cleanerswere gone and the place was well cleaned, polished and spotless. Whenhe opened the door,
"Jas—" hestopped when he saw a lanky guy holding this huge bouquet of pink andwhite flowers.
Shit, of course.
"Thanks andhere." Marc gave the gaping lanky boy a hundred dollar bill andshut the door. He put the flowers on the table. He went inside hisroom and decided just to wear a normal white v-neck shirt paired withpale blue jeans. He 'arranged' messily his hair and put on some ofhis manly perfume, which he remembered Jasmine loved this smell onhim.
He got out and sawMia and Lucas lazily lounged on his couch.
"Do I look okay?"
"...why? Whereare you going? You do know that we'll be just staying here..right? Ordo you want me to punch you in the head so that your brain wouldfunction well.." Marc looked at his sadistic evil sister and sawher just wore a cropped spongebob shirt with black pajama shorts.While Lucas wore a star wars shirt with khakis pants.
"Just answer m—"Marc got cut-off with the sound of the doorbell.
"JASMINE!" Miashouted excitedly. Marc, like thunder, grabbed the flowers and beatMia on opening the door. He opened it and sucked air deeply.
It's been a whole 3months since he has since her. Her used to be long brown hair thatflowed down to her waist was now the same length as her chest—stilllong, wavy and the natural ashy brown hair. Her dainty freckles wereout and it looks like she didn't put on any foundation. Her cheekshad the right amount of blush, a little coat of mascara to make herblue eyes bright and.. beautiful.
She wore a simplelight mocha colored sweater that had a swooping neckline—just theright amount of skin where he could still see some of the freckledots, paired it with a blue denim tattered shorts and dark brownsandals. She was carrying 2 huge plastic bags.
"Oh! Hi Marc"She sweetly smiled.
He lost it.
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Chasing Him
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