She's So Nice |Joji|

Chapter 14

Five months later
Court session #58
February 22, 2016, 10:36am

"He has never touched me without my consent." Jasmine Patterson rubbed her eyes as she waited for the next question.

"So do you think he would ever change his mind and force someone into having sex?" My lawyer, Robert Dixon, asked without hesitation.

Jasmine looked at Helena, and then at me. "I've been studying with him since freshman year. He might of had many one night stands, but I know him. I know he would never force anyone into doing something that goes against their will."

"No further questions." Robert sat next to me, signaling the counselor to make his move.

"Jasmine is your name, correct?" Alex Muñoz, the counselor, asked her as he got up from his chair.

"Yes."

"How's your love life going?"

Robert stood up. "Objection, your honor. Her personal life has nothing to do with the case against my client."

Judge Morrison nodded. "I agree. Withdrawn."

"My point is that, you know, you could be covering up for George Miller because you like him."

"Your honor!" Robert stood up once again.

"Counselor, I think we just went over this. Her personal life has nothing to do."

"I understand, I apologize." He walked towards his table. "No further questions."

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Women after women, they all denied that I ever forced them to do anything with me. Max and Ian spoke about my actions at bars and such. They explained that even though I loved one night stands, that I've never begged for them. They just fall onto his lap, they both said.
Everything was looking good for me. It seemed I had the jury on my side as I slowly proved that Helena made this up. Before I took the stand, there was two more witnesses. The doctor that examined Helena and me, for my scars, and Isabelle.
The judge ordered for my lawyer to call his next witness, who happened to be Isabelle. She walked over to the stand and swore under oath. After she settled in, Robert walked towards the jury.

"Introduce yourself, please." She sighed and smiled.

"My name is Isabelle Carpenter." She explained how we met and what we had. She answered every question professionally, not doubting anything before she answered. Even on a stressful day she looks gorgeous I'm amazed how this hasn't taken a toll on her.

"Miss Carpenter, five months ago he was at your dormitory. Can you explain to jury why?"

"Of course I can. I remember it like if it happened yesterday." She fixed her hair and gazed at the jury. "George and I take all of our classes together because we take the same course, filmmaking. After lunch, we have Calculus and George has never been late to that class. We were fifteen minutes in, when all of a sudden George came in. He looked terrible that day, no offense." She smiled at me, making me blush. "Bags under his eyes, messy hair, wrinkled clothes. I've never seen him that way. Anyways," she cleared her throat, "he looked like he was about to cry. The professor picked on him for a while and it made him mad. Suddenly, a classmate pointed at his arm and gasped.the sleeve of his hoodie was stained with fresh blood. He panicked and ran out, so I went behind him."
She told them how she followed all the way to Central Park and convinced me to leave with her to her dorm room. She said how she cleaned my scratches and that we kissed.