What happens when you finally see the truth? What happens when you realize things are not what it seems? From lies to betrayals, these two sets of best friends try to fight for their lives and their secrets. Will they make it?
By Jasmine Michel and...
Song of the Chapter: Not A Bad Thing by Justin Timberlake
Recap (Francisco’s POV):
I looked into her deep brown eyes. “Jasmine, will you go out with me?”
“Well you asked, so sure.” I kissed her softly, then let go. “Shit, you love giving me surprises.”
“Just get ready tonight and I'll tell you the secret restaurant.”
I have five hours to find a restaurant that is affordable, an outfit that is date worthy, and to practice on how not to fuck up.
Thank you VanishedShadow for the awesome cover!
A while later...
Jasmine's POV
The nervousness that's inside me is eating me alive.
Going on a date with a guy makes a girl nervous, of course. But I'm going with Francisco, the guy that I had a crush on since high school.
Paulene told me she forced me to go because she cares, but I believe she wants me to make a fool of myself. I sort of agreed that I wanted to.
Francisco was going to pick me up around seven in the evening and told me I should wear something fancy. Fancy equals not some revealing clothing that you can see people wearing at a party.
I was wearing the yellow dress that Paulene bought for me at Forever 21 with a pair of black high heels. Paulene was almost done curling my hair and I was almost done with my makeup.
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“Ow!” I exclaimed. “Paulene!”
“Sorry! You know I'm still learning.”
Well … she almost got the hang of it.
“You two are the cutest couple,” she said. “If that asshole mess this up--”
“Paul, try to get along with him,” I told her. Both of them would have to get along. I care about both of them and for them to argue is like siblings bickering over the person that's been the bathroom for over thirty minutes.
