Bad Boy Gone Shy

S I X T E E N - A white lie

S I X T E E N - A white lie

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It was only a matter of seconds before Patricia showed up at the door to her bedroom, panting like she had been pursued by a mob of bandits. It caught her by surprise to see her best friend, Jasmine, curled up in a ball and shaking frantically, strangled sobs escaping her pouted mouth.

It was Patricia's responsibility, then, to endure loud cries of distress mingled with Jibberish, and forcefully drag Jasmine to breakfast. It turned out, however, that this wasn't an easy task at all because Jasmine refused to eat all kinds of food, and had to be manipulated with Google images of Blueberry pancakes to simply step out of the room.

After several tedious hours, Jasmine and Patricia sat opposite each other on a small table facing a window. They were seated in the corner of Pablo's cafe, Patricia sipping her coffee rather roughly, and Jasmine slowly digging into her blueberry pancakes. Neither of them had uttered a single word on their way to the cafe and were now throwing death glares at each other.

"Happy, now?" Patricia muttered.

"Yes," Jasmine replied curtly. "Are you going to finish that croissant?"

Pat looked down at her half-eaten croissant and eyed the bread as if she could burn it to ash. "No," she pushed the plate towards Jasmine. "you can eat it."

Jasmine nodded and brought the plate nearer to herself. Keeping her eyes glued to Patricia, she stabbed the croissant with her fork and lifted it to her mouth in sharp, quick movements. She even chewed her food loudly, knowing all too well that Patricia hated crunching noises including the human teeth and bolus.

Sure enough, Patricia's response came in seconds. "Will you stop that?"

"Stop what?" Jasmine sneered, not caring to cover her mouth.

"Chewing loudly," Patricia said, "nobody wants to hear it."

Jasmine grunted, chewing even louder. "I find that the noises help with my appetite," She had begun gnashing her teeth. "and I doubt anyone can really hear it."

"I can." Patricia swallowed the remnants of her coffee. "Now finish your food."

Jasmine crossed her arms over her chest in defiance. "No." She hadn't an idea why she was acting the way she was but the only thing she understood was that Patricia had tried to drag her to the kitchen and force corn flakes into her mouth. Her vile action was not to be forgiven anytime soon...even when bad tasting cereal was switched to blueberry pancakes and croissant.

Patricia sipped her coffee slowly, managing to keep herself calm. "Finish it. Now."

The cold edge in her voice was startlingly dangerous. Jasmine looked down at her food, pressured under Pat's stony gaze to chew softly. Groaning, she popped the last bite-sized slice of croissant in her mouth.

"You remembered something...didn't you?" Patricia barely whispered.

Jasmine nearly choked. "Er..." Her fingers nervously twitched in a staccato. "No."

"Don't lie." Patricia glowered with malicious eyes. "I can see right through you."

'Well, you're pretty good at reading faces.' Jasmine thought, lowering her fork and knife. "Congratulations," she said, ordering her facial muscles to harden. "you've read me perfectly well."

Patricia narrowed her eyes infinitesimally and spoke with an imperious tone. "What. Did. That. Jerk. Do. To. You?"

Jasmine felt heat creep into her cheeks, and the muscles in her throat constricting.
"Nothing happened." She let out a squeaked, mentally punching herself for sounding so unconvincing.