𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 || 𝐳.𝐝.𝐡.

Chapter 37

Jasmine p.o.v.

I woke up to the sound of my less annoying alarm clock. One of the perks of having money so you could buy a new one.

"Good morning, Jasmineeee," Gabbie sung, opening my room door. I rolled over in my bed, and stretched.

"Okay Gabs, I'm gonna change now," i said, and she flashed me a smile before closing the door.

I got up, and picked a basic outfit from my closet. Then I went into the bathroom, and took my shower and did my morning routine.

Today was the day that I was finally gonna be looking around Santa Monica for a dance studio. I was gonna start small, by teaching classes, then I made more money, I was gonna use it to help launch my choreography business. I really hope this works out, because I passed up an opportunity for med school.

"Good afternoon love, all done?" Gabbie asked, passing me a plate of eggs and bacon. I smiled at her.

"All done, Gabs," I said, biting into my bacon.

Gabbie sat down on the stool beside me, and she grinned at me. I raised my eyebrows.

"What?" I questioned, and she smirked.

"You ever tell that Nicholas boy your unavailable?" she asked, and I rolled my eyes.

"Of course I did, Gabbie!" I said, and she giggled.

"I honestly feel like something bad is gonna end up happening, and he'll be there to save you," she said, and I shrugged.

What if Zach ever cheated on me?

I shouldn't think like that.

He loves me, and I love him.

I pushed that thought to the side, and cleaned my dishes. Then I went upstairs, grabbed my mini back pack, keys, phone, and headed back downstairs. I really hope I get this job.

"Okay Gabbie, you be safe, love. Call me if anything happens, I love you!" I called to her.

"I love you too, Jasmine!"

With a smile, I headed out the door to my Mustang.

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Zach p.o.v.

We were at the studio working on some new music, but I had just finished my lyrics. I decided to call Jasmine, being that I really miss her.

The phone rang and after one ring, she answered.

"Hello, my love," I said, and I could tell she was probably smiling.

"Hey, baby," she said. "What are you doing right now?"

"Working on some new music at the studio, the usual," I answered. "How about you?"

"On my way to a dance studio," she replied, and I heard her swerve.

"You okay babe?" I asked in a concerned tone, but she laughed.

"I'm fine Zachy, some idiot just almost caught my hands because he had the audacity to swerve into my lane," she explained, and I chuckled.

That's my girl.

"Ooooh, is that Jasmine?" Corbyn asked, hovering over my phone. "I wanna talk to her!"

I scoffed at him, and he snatched my phone out my hands.

What an idiot.

"Hey Jasmine girl!" Corbyn said in a girly voice, causing me to raise my eyebrows, but Jasmine died of laughter.