Bad Boy Gone Shy

O N E - Coincidences are Coincidences

O N E - Coincidences are Coincidences

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Jasmine was only small when her parents took her to see the dinosaurs- or that was what she hoped, until her father pointed to a sunbathing crocodile. Imagine the disappointment that surged through a five year old as she squinted her eyes and compared the tyrannosaurus figure in her sweaty palms, to the crocodile sleepily blinking across from her. 

Jasmine couldn't think of a better way to describe the popular kids. They were all crocodiles pretending to be dinosaurs, so lame and insignificant, yet their names were compared to gods.

It was painful enough to have them ruin her first class on a Monday morning, Art. Now they just had to hold some potent meeting smack right at the center of the classroom, and intoxicate the air with chatters of Annica Stilton's upcoming party.

"We have to invite Jessica, I mean, she's a living surveillance camera...she'll find out either way."

"I'm leaving if she turns up."

"But you gotta be there for Beer Pong!"

"Did you effing see her at Tessa's last Friday? She was drunk enough to scare the dead."

"So? I'm sure trending on Snapchat was fun for her."

"Fun until she started puking everywhere. Guess who took responsibility-ME!"

The whole place kind of reminded her of the African Savannah...absolutely no exaggeration included. A classroom without a teacher was the definition of a jungle. You had the lions throwing rugby balls over canvasses, occasionally tackling each other on tiled floors, vexatious minors blasting pop music from six different phones AND talking over the sound, a family of Chimpanzees performing some entertaining ape dances as they laughed their intestines out, and last but not least, the creatures that never really fit in; also the ones that actually always completed their work. Jasmine thought it a blessing that Art never gave out group assignments. She'd be suffering alone while the rest of her class lap danced around the room.

"Hey Annica, sick invite for Friday."

"F off Jason."

"Oh, you gonna have a party without us? Shame!"

"No, you're coming, but bring Ed and Heath."

"Why? 'Cause you wanna get in with one?"

"Ew, no thanks."

"...Says the one that dribbles after them the most."

Jasmine rested her chin in her arms as she pressed the home button on her phone, blatantly groaning at the skinny digits on her screen. Time was flowing at its usual pace- slow, like everyday, but on this day it was especially slow. That was why every thirty minutes or so into a boring lesson, she'd embark on a journey to the toilet. She did the maths in her head: the estimated time it would take for an old woman (their art teacher, Ms Willaims) to walk up two flights of stairs would be approximately two minutes. If she had a moderately bad case of arthritis, which Jasmine was certain of, it would take three to five, or perhaps even more. Jasmine added that with the distance per minute from the art room in block G to the print room two point seven meters away from Block C.

If her approximated sums and multiplications were correct.... ah stuff it. She'd rather spend less time calculating, and more time at the toilets. Plus, how fast could her teacher possibly arrive to class? 

She hurriedly slid her stool underneath the desk and wriggled past the bodies, noise and chaos. The corridors were narrowed by paintings and sculptures, from unfinished to nearly perfect. They stared down at the passing girl with almost pity. She wasn't beautiful, much to their satisfaction, with long, dark curly hair even she knew was too out of place, a slightly chubby but not FAT body figure, and man like shoulders. She was taller than a lot of girls too, perhaps the central reason she had never had a boyfriend. Jasmine glared back at the artworks and sped up her pace when she reached the stairs leading to the next block. The bathrooms were only a few steps away now, at the very end of the corridors. 

She stepped in, stretching her tired arms, and turned the corner to where she would see a line of sinks with soap stations underneath the mirrors to her right, bathroom stalls to her left, and a station for hand drying near the entrance. That was supposed to be all. Instead, the bathrooms looked a little different. Jasmine couldn't remember the last time Bob the builder, or should she say builders, strolled into the toilets and hammered gaping pee basins onto the walls. She also couldn't remember the last time she had seen a boy in a girls' bathroom...but this wasn't the girls' toilet, and the boy wasn't some shy freshman. 

She noticed him by the hair- a constantly untidy blond masterpiece that lay atop his head in all kinds of directions, but he was famous for his chiseled jawline and six pack...of course...it was the two things a girl would chase after. Ladies and Gentlemen, this was Heath Parker.

He was whistling a song as he aimed his piss at the toilet, narrowing his eyes as he stepped further away from his target. 

"Just beat a meter," She heard him whisper under his breath, "A meter and you'll be better than yesterday."

Jasmine Winters stood utterly frozen as she stared at the school's most famous boy with her mouth gaping wide open. He too, had heard her shuffling feet and turned his head backwards to mirror her priceless expression. 

The only logical thing left to do was politely excuse herself and walk away.  But in that moment, Jasmine swore her head was foggier than the Grand Banks in Newfoundland. A high-pitched squeal escaped her lips, and a lower one came from his. Both people scrambled away from each other, clearly more fazed than alarmed. Jasmine covered her eyes as she rushed out of the bathroom and Heath hid himself in one of the stalls as he zipped his pants up. She ran as far from the location of terrible memories, while he panned the empty hallways for passing teachers. 

"Crap," He could feel his pulse accentuating, "Crap, crap, crap."

"Fudge," She felt as if her head had been bruised by a fry pan, "Fudge, fudge, fudge."

Well, coincidences were coincidences. What worse could happen to her?

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