Bad Boy Gone Shy

T W E N T Y O N E - Base Lines and embarrassing articles

T W E N T Y  O N E -  Base Lines and embarrassing articles

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"Jasmine?" Patricia rapped on the window of her car. "How the hell did you get in there?"

Slumped in the front seat and cocooned in Patricia's 'cold-weather' emergency blankets was Jasmine, shivering while her forehead was dripping with sweat. "It's not even cold?" Patricia said, patting her pockets for the car keys.

There was a brief rustling from inside the car, and seconds later, Jasmine unfurled her fingers to reveal the keys.

The car gave an abrupt whistle, then the door to the driver's seat clicked open, revealing only the face of Jasmine Winters, peering out from under a shawl of blankets. Patricia watched with her mouth ajar the entire time. "What the..." she muttered as Jasmine peeled the foil of a chocolate bar further down.

"I can't believe it," Jasmine muttered, aggressively biting into the chocolate.

"I can't believe you managed to steal my keys!" Patricia shook her head.

"It was an emergency!" Jasmine wailed. "You should have seen me then; I was shivering so bad that I couldn't even stand still and my entire face was tomato-red!"

"And so you decided to decode my locker, unlock it, steal my keys, blankets AND my snacks?"

"NO?" Jasmine cried. "I borrowed them for my personal wellbeing!"

"Oh, for God's sake," Patricia leaned over, snatching the chocolate bar from Jasmine's hands. She tossed the remainder of the cocoa goodness into her mouth and slipped into the driver's seat, slamming the door beside her shut.

"You!"

"Me?"

"How could you do this to me?"

Patricia shrugged and ignoring her friend, turned the keys. The car roared to life, grumbling like a furious lion, charging at another male of its species.

"How could you? How could you?"

The vehicle manoeuvred backwards as smoothly as Patricia's tone of indifference and nonchalance, while Jasmine thrashed in her seat.

"Having a mini tantrum, are you?" Patricia rolled down the windows of the car and slammed her palm against a small button. Music began reverberating beneath Jasmine's feet, thudding and pounding as a hair-raising rhythm filled the space. Patricia's silky black hair danced playfully with the wind, completely oblivious to a fuming Jasmine.

"NO!" Jasmine yelled, but her voice was drowned by the music- a low techno song containing lyrics that didn't sound familiar at all. Jasmine wasn't sure she knew what the rapper was saying. Something along the lines of 'Base Line'? "By the way, what's this thing he's saying about 'baselines'?"

"To be honest, I don't know!" Patricia's voice fought its way to Jasmine's ear amidst the powerful wind slapping through the open window and the super cool rap music about 'Base Lines'. "I need to do more research on the lyrics, but so far, this Hixtape is sounding amazing!"

Jasmine raised an eyebrow. What on the bloody face of the earth was 'Hixtape'? "You mean mixtape, Patricia?"

"No, of course not, Jasmine!" Patricia dragged her sunglasses down to sit on the tip of her nose and threw Jasmine a quick frown. "It's called Hixtape because it's a mixtape produced by J-Hope!"

"...Hope what?"

"I said 'J-Hope'! J dash H, O, P, E! J-HOPE!"

Whoever this J-Hope dude was, he sure had a cool name. Not only a cool name but a cool song which made absolutely no sense in Jasmine's ears.