The Betrayal Within

Chapter Twenty

Song of the Chapter: Heart Skips a Beat by Olly Murs ft. Rizzle Kicks

Recap (Jasmine's POV):

From Francisco (Sunday, 8:44pm): Maybe Michel. Me and you go head to head in a soccer match. Winner gets food at Wendy's.

Free food? And spending some time off my work? And being with Francisco.

To Francisco (Sunday, 8:46pm): You're on!

From Francisco (Sunday, 8:47pm): Tomorrow at four?

To Francisco (Sunday, 8:47pm): Yep. See you then, Mexican. I'm about to finish a paper.

From Mexican (Sunday, 8:48pm): Night Haitian.

Did I actually agree to a "date"?

Jasmine's POV

The morning classes were horrible. Most of the time, I get so sleepy and even three cups of coffee can't help me.

I got distracted with another thing. Hanging out with Francisco.

I shouldn't be nervous at all. Why would I? Just a girl going out with an ex crush. That's all.

Heavily breathing.

I was home, laying in my bed for the past hour. Paulene was still in class and won't be back until a few hours later.

My phone started buzzing and a new message came on. Alex.

From Alex (Monday, 3:23pm): Hey, it's Alex. I wanted to know if you were free today.

It's so ironic that Alex wanted to hang out at the same time that Francisco wanted to hang out.

To Alex (Monday, 3:25pm): Sorry, I'm busy.

***

After my very hot shower, I got out and started to find some clothes for the soccer game.

*ring ring*

I saw the caller ID. Mexican.

I would say his real name, but that wouldn't be fun.

"Hello?"

"Did you order a medium Mexican pizza?" He joked.

"No, I don't," I replied. "You sure you got the right person?"

"Absolutely. I always keep my word for it. That also mean that I don't know where your house is."

"Francisco, you could've just asked me," I said.

"Well that wouldn't be fun," he replied. "I'm about to leave my apartment right now. Can you text me your address?"

I texted him the address with a weird sentence.

Don't get lost before your heart kills you, it wrote. I have no idea what it meant. I made that shit up.

"Jasmine, you're a total weirdo." I guess he saw the message. "But that's cute for an amateur."

Cute? Did he call me cute? Or just the sentence? Damn it, what does it mean?

"Mexican, you don't have to pick me up. We can both drive to--"

"I insist," he interrupted me. "Besides, it's a surprise."

I got a surprise for you too, I thought. I'd contacted so many people from the community college that Adam and Francisco were in.

Then, I'd went back to my job for some clues.

"Let me put on my clothes then." The call dropped because my phone died on the spot. Stupid phone.