Letters To Jasmine

Chapter Fifteen

I really didn't like this chapter but I had to get it out, sorry I know I promised a better chapter but eh.

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Chapter Fifteen:

 “Good night Daddy,” I kissed my Dad on the cheek. He pulled me into a hug and squeezed me tight.

“Good night Jasmine. Sleep tight.” He chuckled and shooed me up the stairs

My fingers hovered over the call button, taking a deep breath I pressed it and brought the phone up to my ear. It rung three times before an old sounding female voice answered it.

“Hello, this is Troy CarMichael’s phone. Can I take a message?”

“Um, may I know where he is?” I asked her, confused. Why was an old lady answering Troy’s phone. She sounds too old to be his mother. I sat crossed legged on my bed, trying to log into the chat site but my internet was fooling around.

“May I ask who this is?” The lady spoke again.

“I’m really sorry to bother,” I don’t know why I was apologising. I was just phoning the man I love and he didn’t pick up his phone. This wasn’t really much improvement for my suspicion that he was hiding something from me.

“Just tell Troy that Jasmine called?” I asked her my last thread of hope diminishing.

“Of course.” She hung up. I clicked the end button and threw my phone to the end of my bed. Falling back onto my pillows I let out an exhausted sigh, my eyes slid close and I fell asleep.

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“I’m so glad you’re okay!” Cynthia pulled me into a hug as soon as I stepped foot into the school Monday morning. People were giving us weird looks as they passed us in the parking lot. I suppose they thought we were still fighting.

“What? You wanna take a picture?” Cynthia asked, letting go of me and turning to a guy who was full on staring at us. He shook his head and smirked.

“Nope, just admiring some lesbian action.” Cynthia hit him across the head.

“Why so violent, babe?” The guy exclaimed, holding the back of his head.

“Scram Adam.” Adam smirked at her and jogged off, stopping in front of the school and throwing Cynthia a sly wink. Beside me Cynthia blushed a deep red, mumbling to herself what an idiot Adam is.

“Something you would like to tell me, babe?” I bumped my shoulder against hers. She shot me a look before shrugging her shoulders.

“I met him at a party Joshua dragged me to once,” She told me, stopping in front of her locker, “Now he stalks me.” I choked on my spit, Cynthia sent me a worried glance as she pulled her History textbook out of her locker.

“H-he stalks you?!” I exclaimed, Cynthia slammed her locker shut and turned to me with an amused smile.

“Not the bad stalk, the funny stalk.” She patted me on my cheek, “You are so cute.” Pinching my cheeks one more time before letting go and turning to walk again.

“Alright, come on. Let’s head of to History.” I managed to get out, that girl pinched my cheeks so hard!

“Wouldn’t want to be late for Mrs Gillian class,” She muttered sarcastically. Ah good old Mrs Gillian, she and Cynthia hate each other. They are constantly arguing about something whether it was about the weather or a question on a test. It was really entertaining though.