Paper Hearts (COMPLETED ✔️)

♡Chapter 10♡

Jasmine's POV

It's been a week since I've broken up with Josh and I can't cope with the immense guilt I have. I thought confessing to him would help alleviate it, but I was wrong. It didn't occur to me that being in Josh's presence 24/7 and under his arm was such a routine. Every day I miss him and it's caused me to feel empty inside and incomplete.

I see him in the hallways. He's not avoiding me entirely like I suppose Jungkook is. And I hate to admit that I solely blame Jungkook for my loss of interest in Josh. Ever since he came, he's been the one who's conquered my thoughts day and night. I can't hate him for it, he's just alluring to me. He's like a drug, it's extremely hard to stay away from him. 

Any time I pass Josh, he never looks my way. He's also has a new asset every time I see him. A new girl hanging on his arm like a purse. Obviously, our break up didn't affect him as it did to me.

I've started to hate school with a passion. As soon as I enter, I have the urge to leave. I'm already searching for colleges to apply to, based on my ACT score. I got a 25 after hardcore studying. I'll apply to more out-of-state than in-state since I want to leave Chicago. I want to leave and forget about the past. I want to be gone and left alone by the people who know me personally.

It's getting annoying -- all the "Are you okay"s and "do you need to talk about it?"s. Mrs. Kasongo has been on my tail from coming to Math League late. She's lucky I even show up! Me just wanting to be petty, I wait in my car until 2:23 and head straight to the math hall to be met with Mrs. Kasongo's disappointed face. I lazily walk into the classroom and she's already looking at me expectantly. She sighs and closes her eyes for a couple a seconds before crossing her legs.

"It's about time you arrived! It's 2:31 PM and I was about to start. We have a new team member and I was hoping you'd be here to welcome him with open arms," She says with frustration in her voice.

I tilt my head to the side and shove my hands in my pockets.

"Sorry, I was doing stuff," I mumble.

She shakes her head at me in disappointment and turns away from me.

I slowly search the classroom, looking for a new face. I am finally met with wide doe-like eyes. What is he doing here? Lord, this is not the time, not the time! I want to see him, but I also don't. I'm still hurt at the fact that I shared my deepest feelings with him and a kiss all for him to ignore and avoid me as if I have some type of deadly disease. My eyes are getting watery and I have to tear my gaze away from him to avoid the tears from falling. 

I walk over to Mrs. Kasongo to hand her the plans I have for us to do and tournaments we should be competing in this year. It's best if we hit the out of state tournaments in the midwest, but we need money, so I have a few ideas on how we can do that and options. We could carpool or rent a van since we have a team of ten now. We just need money for the competition fees and hotels because I'll die before I sleep in anybody's motel again.

I head over to Jungkook and the leech who never seems to get tired of him. Okay Jasmine, be nice! There is always another side to the story. I try to smile, but my lips refuse to form a genuine smile.

"It's nice to have you on the team, Jungkook. As team captain, I'm the first one you'll come to for help," I say.

I internally smack myself for sounding so monotone and bitchy. Although I didn't directly look at him, I could see from my peripheral vision how hopeless he looked. I feel like I'm giving attitude to a baby bunny. Without thinking, I hand him my cellphone.

"I need your number so I can add you to the group chat," I say.

His eyes relax on me and he stutters out an okay. He takes the phone from me slowly, his warm fingers graze mine. When the phone is in his hand, I already miss and long for the warmth. I watch as his eyebrows furrow and how his hands tighten on the sides of my phone. He's nice to look at. His large almond-shaped eyes that easily reveal his emotions. I remember how those eyes looked at me the first time we met to the time he saved me at the airport. Yet his eyes showed guilt, remorse, and some sort of love or adoration, his actions, however, said otherwise.