Revolutionaries Don't Fall In Love

Breaking Point

Jazmine woke up determined on friday morning.

Determined to make amends, determined to not let this eat at her anymore and most importantly, determined to get a hold of herself again.

Sulking around, being a complete ass to the people she loved the most for no reason, it just wouldn't do. She couldn't shun friends for no good reason and expect everyone to just shrug it off and move on, and if she wasn't willing to blurt out the real reason behind her miserable state just yet, then she'd better at the very least make an effort to feign some normalcy at school.

After all, it was the only place she could do so.

Of course, a big part of her newfound motivation was Peter's doing. Her spirits were admittedly lifted, and she knew it was dumb getting all giddy and happy over a boy, but they had texted each other until she had fallen asleep, a full night's worth of restful sleep. No waking up in the middle of the night, no crying into her pillow and no staring into the darkness letting anxiety assault her mind for hours on end.

Sleep really could do wonders to one's mind, Jazmine had almost forgotten what that felt like.

She did her hair to the best of her abilities, put on some much needed concealer under her eyes, picked out a cute outfit and left the house, waiting for the Freemans by the porch and slapping a smile on her face, trying to think positively and planning her day out in her mind, hoping to avoid any unnecessary trouble.

It was a friday, she looked cute and hadn't met either parent on her way out. This was going to be a good day.

That was what she kept telling herself as she sat down on the backseat of Huey's car, but the atmosphere seemed clearly tense for some reason. She tried not to dwell on it, after all Huey was a tense person and Riley could barely function on mornings, let alone be polite.

"You seem happy," Huey pointed out after she had said good morning and Riley had merely grunted in response. There was something about his tone and Jazmine couldn't quite figure out what exactly it was. His face was as deadpan as always, so she assumed she must be tripping.

"Well I mean, it is a friday," She kept her voice light, but didn't miss the mischievous look Riley had sent her way through the rearview mirror.

"Got sum' planned Jaz?" He had that smirk. A sly smirk that Jazmine knew too well. Nothing good ever came out of that smirk.

"Uh, no?" She shifted uncomfortably, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. "Why do you ask?" He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes.

"No reason," This was weird, but after all, Riley was a weird person in many aspects. She shouldn't let it get to her head. She didn't say anything back either, figuring that since she had been neglecting her friends all week she might as well play nice, even though she didn't think Riley really cared that much.

Either way, she let his oddness slide for now, assuming that she'd find out what he was on about sooner rather than later like always.

She kept that energy all throughout the rest of the day. It was almost as though things were back to how they used to be, or at least how they should be. It was a breath of fresh air, and there was a significant weight being lifted off her shoulder as she walked down the hallways of Wuncler High with a smile on her face. The phrase 'fake it until you make it' had never been so accurate.

And then lunch came, and she realized that the tenseness wasn't reserved to Huey's car.

She sat down at the table with a grin on her face, but that quickly faltered when she caught sight of Cindy's undeniable glare. Assuming that she was still mad about the night before, Jazmine tried to avoid her piercing look.