Chasing Him

Chapter One: For Now

Sorry but before you could read, 

Josephine Skriver is my ideal Jasmine Daisy Moore, just imagine her with mocha hair. I tried my best to search her with mocha or light brown hair, there is but it was too serious, sexy and too much makeup, sooo I chose this! Haha 

JASMINE DAISY MOORE ISN'T A BLONDE, SHE'S A BRUNETTE.
(Mocha hair to be precise) 

That will be all anddd here's my story!!

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Jasmine Daisy Moore's POV

“MARC!!!!” I ran up to him and hugged him. My legs were on his waist and my arms are around his neck, all in all, I looked like a stupid idiot monkey. I heard him chuckle.

“Okay Terrence, I’ll talk to you later. Jasmine’s here…. Yeah okay… thank you… bye.”  I removed my head that was under his neck and looked at him. I smiled brightly at him and kissed him every where. From his lips, forehead, cheeks, his 5’o clock beard, everywhere. He chuckled and hugged me tighter. I slowly detangled myself and he softly put me on the ground, his arms were still securely in my waist and my hands are both placed in his face. I titled my head looked lovingly at him, I kissed his lips softly.

“Did you miss me?” His eyes soften as he looked at me and I melt. He sighed and hugged me. His face was on my neck and took a deep breath as if he was sniffing me and exhaled loudly. I noticed his body relaxed and he started rubbing my back bringing tingly sensations, I shivered slightly and hugged him tighter.

“A lot…” He whispered but I could hear him clearly. My mouth quickly turned inwards and I couldn’t stop smiling. I giggled.

“I missed you too… so much…” I whispered the last part. I did miss him. He's all I could think about during school, whenever the teacher starts to discuss, I start to drift away from the lesson and keep on thinking about Marc. My professor would scold me sometimes but just dismissed it, I maybe looked like a moron but I do have good grades. I don’t just make fun of my education. And, my family would kill me if I just waste my time in college.

He looked at me and tucked a hair behind my ear. We just stared at each other for god knows how long…seconds? Minutes? Hours? I don’t know but what I didn’t expect was…

My stomach growled.
Loudly.
Fuck.

It was so loud that Marc’s eyes widen with amusement while I, wished that the earth would shake and swallow me like what Hades did to Persephone.

I cleared my throat and Marc bit his lips to stop himself from laughing. I had my bitch face on which made him cover his mouth from laughing.

“IT’S NOT FUNNY MARC!”  I narrowed my eyes and put my hands on my hips. We looked at each other clearly challenging with each other then he burst into laughter. He was laughing so hard that he was clutching his stomach. I was pretty annoyed but seeing him laughing like that made me realize, it is funny. I started laughing a little then laughed. A lot. I sound like a dying chimpanzee choking on his saliva.

“Okay okay okay… that’s enough. Hardy har har.”

Marc chuckled “Oh Jazzy…Come here” I stopped laughing and shook my head, for more emphasis, I stomped my feet like a little stupid 5-year old girl and crossed my hands. I dramatically snob at him and was going to walk away but two arms around my waist stopped me and spun me around, It made me dizzy and I clutched the arms to steady myself.

Woah. That was a lot of spinning. I thought. I shook my head and saw Marc grinning at me. I scowled

“Stop grinning like that. You looked like a maniac lurking in the shadows. It’s creepy. Stop it. Seriously.” He just laughed at my statement.