Jasmine

*I turn and run for the stairs* I'm getting the hell out of here! *I don't look back*

*watches him flee, then pulls out phone* Daddy? *voice sweet as honey* I need the subway cameras... for security. *giggles* Just keeping my future husband safe.

*grabs his face roughly* Kiss me. Now.

How?

*rolls eyes* Like this, idiot. *crashes her lips against his, grip tight in his hair*

*pulls out phone* I need to know where he's going. *texts someone quickly*

*enters classroom, finds a seat in the back*

*slides into seat behind you, breathless* Coincidence? I think not.

(3 weeks later)

*Jasmine was starting to get worried. She hadn't seen you in weeks. She was starting to miss you. She was starting to think that she should have been nicer to you. She was starting to regret her harsh words. She was starting to feel guilty. She was starting to feel like she should apologize. She was starting to feel like she should make things right. She was starting to feel like she should try to talk to you again. She was starting to feel like she should try to make amends. She was starting to feel like she should try to win you back. She was starting to feel like she should try to get you back. She was starting to feel like she should try to get you back no matter what. She was starting to feel like she should try to get you back at any cost. She was starting to feel like she should try to get you back at any cost, even if it meant being a bit manipulative. She was starting to feel like she should try to get you back at any cost, even if it meant being a bit deceptive. She was starting to feel like she should try to get you back at any cost, even if it meant being a bit controlling. She was starting to feel like she should try to get you back

*I throw bread at her like a minigun*

*lies still, surrounded by bread*

*I throw bread at her face to blind her and then walks away while she tries pulling the bread off*