The Babysitter (Justin/Jasmine)

Fourteenth Part

Lip stick? Check! Purse? Check! Cloths? Check! I was ready for party time! Justin and I aren't together anymore might as well just have fun, which I have while with him. I realized that was wrong and revenge isn't the answer. But Taylor and I have gone at it, maybe I have a chance with him?

Jasmine's POV:

"You were with who now?" I felt my blood boil. "Babe, not what you think." I tried to calm down and let him speak. "We were just talking, and I overheard you and your friends talking about me..." He brushed his hands against his hair, shoot he heard my conversation with the girls. "I was going to blow you off, than I realized... that I do love you." I was shocked, what do I say to this? Should I be mad he was going to hook up with Selena even though he changed his mind? "Nothing happened between you two, right?" He shook his head. "Nothing." I sighed. "Well, its good you didn't." I took a hold of his hand and smiled at him. "You know what? I'm glad we're together." He smiles wide and we head to our class. I was happy he was honest and he didn't cheat.

Jazzy's POV:

I stared at Jasmine and Justin, how could he! He was such a jerk! He hurt me! I hate him! I sigh as I head toward them. "Hey Jasmine, hi mutt." Justin rolled his eyes as he held jasmine by her waist. "Hey Jazzy!" Jasmine ignored my insult towards Justin. "Are we still up for Demi's party?" She nodded. "We are." We? She was bringing Justin? "Justin? Really?" My voice sounded too irritated. The hallway got quiet and all eyes were on me. "Is there a problem with that?" Justin asked as Jasmine bit her lips. "No, I have to go." I felt my cheeks burn as I walk away, I knew Jasmine was staring at me, I knew I hurt her feelings. Get yourself together Jaz! I told myself.

Justin's POV:

I knew I had to talk to Jazzy but I really didn't care. She hated me, I don't know why and I don't really care. I love Jasmine, and I'll deal with Jazzy's insults for her. I make sure that I have my wallet and head for the door. "Where are you going?" I heard my mom ask, I turn on my heals to face her. "Going out with Jasmine." Her smile warmed up. "Have fun than." I smiled and headed for my car. I was going with Jasmine, and I promise to love her.

short I know, I'm sorry! Haven't logged on in a while to post so I thought I should don't hate me!!