Jazz's POV -
So, turns out Al and I were intentionally misinformed by my dear best friend - Jay-Jay and that Coffee Stealer, brother of Al to teach Al a lesson and they somehow forgot that I was an innocent entrapped in their scheme.
Your life sucks.
You are telling me that?
Anyway, so after Al spent like only four freaking hours dress hunting through her and Mrs L's wardrobe, they decided to end my misery and enthrall us with the real timings which is - tomorrow. We have to attend the freaking party tomorrow. It starts around 12 tomorrow, so we'll leave tonight, stay at a hotel and go to the venue next morning.
So, that brings me to ignoring each of the three idiots I am surrounded by as everyone's packing for the night stay in city. Guess how long it takes to reach New York from San Francisco? Five freaking hours!
Ugh, seriously why am I doing this again?
Because--
I am a good person, I know.
No, you confused yourself with someone else. You are a greedy Oreo addict, doing this for a bunch of biscuits.
Whaaattt?
Here, comes the drama.
Oreos aren't just a bunch of biscuits. They are a blessing to the humanity.
Out of all I said, why I am I surprised you only clung to that bit?
"Seriously, Jazzy. I am really sorry. What more do you want me to do to earn your forgiveness?" Jay-Jay's voice draws me out of my inner turmoil.
"Let me see what you can do, Jay-Jay...." I drawl out with a not so subtle smirk playing on my lips as Jay-Jay starts to curse himself for his choice of words.
"What's the deal with your boyfriend?" I hear Coffee Stealer ask Al.
"I am still very much angry and not talking to either of you, but to answer your question. Jazz is really good at remembering people's words and pitching them against the person in her favour, meaning she can extract lots of advantage from the person. Jayson literally sold his soul to the Caffeine Queen," Al remarks darkly, enjoying the misery of the person, who pranked us.
"Advantage?"
"For her, it's obviously dealing with coffee, oreos and books."
"Books?"
"Have you suffered from amnesia? Stop repeating my words," Al argues back with her brother, her temper hiking up immediately.
"Sure, Jay-Jay, when you'll get me whatever I need, whenever I need it, I'll forgive you. Till then, bask in the glory of your last days of freedom," I say with an evil smile as I decide to go upstairs to get my bag.
Al and I packed our clothes, that were entirely chosen by her might I add, in one bag because it's just one day thing. As I was about to pick our bag, someone grabs the handle before I could. I turn around to come face to face with a chest, looking up I see Ryan gazing down at me.
"Heyyy..." Ryan draws out looking at me while cracking a nervous smile.
Rolling my eyes, I attempt to take the bag, but his grip remains strong fixating the bag. Sighing, I glare at him.
"Just please listen to me," he finally speaks to me as I merely nod to his request.
"I, uh, I am sorry, Jasmine," he apologizes to me as I arch my eyebrow in response.
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The Barista's Girl
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