Hey Guys!
Sorry for the late update! But an extra long chapter for my lovelies! ;)
Jasmine's POV -
"Hey," Al greeted me as she entered my room.
"Hi," I reply while sitting up from my laying position and gesturing her to sit down on the bed.
"So, I got you this," Al replies while sitting down as she hands me a packet of Oreo.
"Wow, as to what occasion do I get the privilege of Alexia Lancaster willingly giving me a packet of Oreos? Might I add, she is the same Lancaster who's very health cautious," I say as I keep the packet between us.
"Hahaha, very funny, Jazz," Al replies, sarcastically while rolling her eyes.
"But, seriously what have I done to receive Oreos from you? You always tell me how unhealthy they are, how they'll make me fat, rot my teeth, give me cavity and destroy my figure," I ask as I scrutinize my best friend.
"I... I-Uh, Ray told me what happened at the mall," Al replies, hesitantly.
"He told you?" I ask, frowning.
It's not like I have a problem with Al knowing about the incident or not like I forbade Ryan from telling me.
"Actually, I had to dig for the information and force him to spill it. Who knew making him listen to non-stop fifty eight songs of Taylor Swift could be a perfect method of torture?" Al replies, grinning evilly.
"As said by Mr. Gandhi: Non - violence is not the weapon of the weak. It is the weapon of the strongest and the bravest," Al says, seriously. Her acting side kicking in.
"Wow, what should I be more shocked that you remember Mahatma Gandhi or that some of my words finally rubbed off on you. Though I am pretty sure, you just invented a new torture method," I reply, playfully while Al just rolls her eyes.
"But, really I am so sorry, I wasn't there when you needed me to slap that witch and squeeze out her brain from her nose, tear her limbs away and drown her in a pool of her own blood and then obviously we'll have to use bleach to clear the evidence away, I mean her blood," Al says, giving me a devilish grin.
"I don't even want to know from where you get that sick imagination from," I reply as I shake my head in disbelief.
"When will hours of watching American Crime Story, pay off?" Al asks, proudly.
I roll my eyes at my best friend, who derives inspiration from the weirdest things. Might I add, she is the same person who was preaching non-violence a few seconds ago. Well, at least, I know the split personality is common in both the Lancaster siblings.
"ine, Jasmine!!" Al literally screams in my ears.
I am blaming my young age deafness on this girl!!
"What were you thinking?"
"I was just thinking that randomness runs in your family, I guess. Ryan too, like you has extreme mood swings and spilt personality. He suddenly turned so... um," I stop midway, not able to describe Ryan's weird behavior in the mall.
"Cold? Distanced? Rude? Guarded?" Al asks as she lets out an exasperated sigh.
I merely nod at my best friend, my mind still trying to figure out Ryan.
"He-well-I..." Al stops staring at me while I arch my eyebrow at her.
"It's not my place to tell you, Jazz. Just remember that Ryan does not intentionally become cold. Trust is something you have to earn. Only if you earn his trust, he lets you come in and honestly you can't blame him after--" Al stops again, staring at me and then shakes her head sideways.
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