The Betrayal Within

Chapter Sixteen

Song of the Chapter: Can't Remember To Forget You by Shakira ft. Rihanna

Recap (Jasmine's POV):

I felt that I bumped something and it was a person.

“Oh I'm sorry,” I apologized.

“It's fine.” The voice was hoarse, but it seemed like she came from work.
But I smell her perfume. It smells so familiar.

It can't be Jasmine, it can't be.

The next day...

Jasmine's POV

Shrek.

That's what I'd remembered vividly.

When I'd left from my second job, a clinic, my car was towed and I was yelling to stop. Immediately, my voice became hoarse and sounded like a man. It got cold in the middle of the night and I'd only wore scrubs and a pink hoodie.

Now, I had to get my car from the towing place. But, when I had to walk home alone, with a licensed weapon on me, there was a guy that accidentally bumped me.

Of course I'd sounded like a boy that hit puberty, but that guy seemed so familiar. I want to find him.

Today is finally a short break from work, but not classes. A junior in Lakefield feels like you're halfway done to graduating, but it's so far away. Thanks for Saturdays to have a limited time of having a social life.

“Paul, how was the party?” I asked when I was in the bathroom. I couldn't hear anything else because I was brushing my teeth.

I walked out with her lying on the floor with the show Empire on the background.

“I hate you,” she said. “But thank you.”

“Dude …” I stopped and thought. “You have an hangover!”

“No, I don't,” she argued.

“Who dropped you home?”

“That girl you're cool with. Hannah.”

“Good,” I stated. “I'm glad that you wasn't driving.”

“I'm not-- oh shit.” She ran towards the bathroom and the nastiness comes out.

I'd remembered when I was heavily drunk, I threw up the next day with a major headache. Paulene was right next to me.

I walked up to her in the bathroom and rubbed her back. “You're an irresponsible teenager. Good.”

“Shut it.” She started to vomit and I had to cover my mouth and nose so I won't smell it. I don't want to throw up the same way she did.

“Do you need some ginger ale?” I asked. “It's going to help.”

She nodded. “And aspirin.” I went to the kitchen and grabbed ginger ale from the fridge and aspirin from one of the cupboards. I went back to Paulene and she sat there with a towel in her hand.

“Why does hangovers hurt?” She questioned. “Why so painful?”

“That means you had a good night last night. Did you?”

“I did,” she answered. “Thanks to your friend that invited you, I'd scared people because of my zombie mask, but gotten hit on by someone.”

“Do tell.” Since her and Pete broke up, she has to go back into the dating scene.

“The guy had a wolf mask and I couldn't hear him that much because the music was so loud. He flirted with me, until I'd threw up on his shoes.”