The Player in Him

Chapter 4: Oh my...

(Edited 2/16/18)
New day!

No Tatum.

This is going to be a long two weeks.

     "Jasmine! Come down, we need to go to the store and get some stuff for tonight. Meet me in the car in 10." I hear the door close and I breathe out.

     It's like 2 in the afternoon and I'm exhausted. Tatum blew up my phone as usual with his good morning texts and perverted comments.

     Don't get me wrong here when I say this: I do like the attention, but when the comments come from somebody who I'm not the slightest bit interested in, I get annoyed. I'm not a hoe I swear, I haven't had a real boyfriend like ever.

     I know, surprising right? Nah. I was nowhere near how I looked Freshman year now. I've always had hips, but they were small.

     My body was out of proportion; smallest chest ever and my hips were the roundest part of me. Kinda like an upside down triangle, or the 'hourglass figure' without the top.

     I wore really thick round glasses and had braces. Power chains. I've always been athletic, so I was a tomboy on top of all that. I kept my hair in a ponytail so everyone teased me for 'looking like a boy.'

     After Sophomore year, the summer of Junior year actually, I got my braces taken off and replaced with a retainer.

     I switched glasses for contacts even though I only had a year left to wear them. I gave up the tomboy look for a more 'feminine' look when I fully developed and got a whole new wardrobe.

     I got a lot more dresses and skirts, I wore crops and high waisted jeans, when I felt a like I was 'bad', I got joggers and cargo pants.

      I always wore something to make look cute and feminine. But when my sports season came around, people knew what time it was. I had two sides, girly girl by day, and in the afternoon, a whole other me came out. Hungry. Ready to dominate, and I did.

I hear my phone ring, bringing me out of my trance.

"Hello?"

"Get your ass outside now!"

And she hung up on me. Ouch. I hurry up and throw on some sweatpants and a hoodie, I hop downstairs and get my fluffy slides and limp out locking the door.

     This needs to heal faster, I'm tired of limping around everywhere. 2 more weeks and you can walk normally with the contraption on your foot.

Two. More. Weeks.

     We reach the store and my ma goes crazy. She picks out anything that looked 'nice'. "Ma you're going to scare the guests away with all these weird decorations."

     "Oh shut up child."

     My mom is worried the new guy and his son won't think she's festive. Since when did she care?

     We shopped around and ended up having a lot of glass and floral decorations. I had to persuade her to put half the store back.

     When we got home, we went straight to work and decorated the house. It looks pretty great actually.

     The dining room looks awesome thanks to me. There's a big glass vase in the center and I put some flowers in there and the plates and cutlery were set perfectly.

Is it weird I'm actually excited?

     "They are going to be here any minute so go get dressed," Ma said to me while running up the stairs to change clothes.