Can You Save Me? { Sam Pottorff }

Chapter 27 ~ We Can't Even Get A Selfie

Jazmin's P.O.V.

"Hurry up you little trumpet!" Marley's mom claps her hands rushing me to come out of the closet.

She's making me try on this dress she's been trying to get rid of, that is not all that bad, nut would look easy better on her than me. I don't have the right body to pull it off.

"Okay.. Okay.." I pull my hair forward after zipping the dress and open the door, stumbling a bit, but catching myself before I do serious damage to myself. She's also making me try out these heels, that make me taller than Mt. Everest. "Wait, why are you looking at me like that?" I close the closet door to look in the mirror, and to see myself looking.. different.

"You're so beautiful." She comes up behind me rests her chin on my shoulder starring at me through the mirror. "It seems like only yesterday when you were wearing those same heels." She looks down at my feet, making me think.. I do remember wearing them, and falling, making me lose a tooth. "That earned you a dollar, remember?" Her charismatic laugh fills the room causing me to join her as someone knocks on the door.

"Is everyone decent?" Marley walks in with his eyes covered.

"No, I'm naked." I reply sarcastically.

He uncovers his eyes and rolls them plopping down on the bed a few feet away.

I step back clutching my heart.

"The trust." I say dramatically. "What if I was really naked?"

"Well, wouldn't that be a show?" He wiggled his eye brows and gets smacked. "Mom, I'm kidding. That'd be gross."

"Thanks." I turn back to look at myself in the mirror again.

I still think I look different, but exactly the same. I may just feel different, but I still feel the same. Different and the same have the opposite definitions, but I feel like both. That doesn't make sense in the slightest.

"Not like that. I mean.. You're like.." He coughs awkwardly after I glance at him through the mirror with a look saying I will kill you if you don't stop. "Yeah, I''ll just.." He zips up his mouth and locks it.

"Marley, don't be rude." She smacks him again and childishly runs out the room.

"It sucks having an abusive Mexican mother." He rubs his arm and leg at the same time.

"You're telling me." I point at a scar I got from my mom "accidentally" burning me with an iron. She said it was my fault for getting so close.

"Right.." He rubs his neck and sits up, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

I think Marley and I have the same backround, helped us relate a lot more. Both Mexican, but slightly white washed as I've been told. I only let my Mexican heritage come out when it's needed, so I feel like it may be fading away. I sure hope that's not the case.

"I told you I'm doing this for you, and only you." I lightly tug on his hair while walking out of the room, causing him to follow me out. "James too." I forget too many things.

"What about me?" James comes out of Marley's room, which just so happens to be the room I was going to.

"She said she wants to su-"

"Dude!" I probably have the most amusing look n my face because he laughs. "That's disgusting."

"Maybe if you let me finish." He pushes me aside. "She wants to suggest you try this shirt on." He pulls out the shirt I picked out for James earlier from behind the door.

I forgot about that to.

"Oh.. kay.." I feel my cheeks turning red and I'm grateful the room is dark when I throw myself onto his bed, almost forgetting i'm wearing a dress.