Love to hate.

Jasmine is a 17 year old Muslim girl. She has grown up with out her father since the young age of 11. The last thing she remembers him saying is "I'll be back." After the she and her two siblings never hear from him again. Until he calls years later. It's cancer he says, he dying. He wants to fix the broken relationship. Is it to late to fix the shattered pieces of jasmine?

Jasmine doesn't get close to anyone. She's only close to her siblings and her mother. She doesn't have friends or anything. She keeps to herself. She doesn't like to establish bonds with people. But things start to happen to her when she meets Adam.

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"Who are you?" He ask me with his piercing gaze.

His voice comes out intimidating, I can barely speak. I open my mouth to speak, but the only thing I can do I gesture to my scarf right next to me on the bed.

He nods his head in understanding before speaking again.

"Get your shit, than get the hell out of my room." He snaps. Damn, What a prick. he walks to what I assume is the bathroom. I get a clear view of his sculpted back. Well, he is nice to look at.

"Shit, shit, shit."

I keep the blanket wrapped around me as I get up and run out the door, almost tripping on my face in the process.