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Jazmine scoffs. “Why would I want to look at your face more than I already do?”
I smile. "There she is. I was wondering when my snarky Jazmine would return."
A soft smile returns to her face.
“Besides," I begin. "I remember you called me ‘pretty boy’ in our last class,”
Jazmine's lips form a straight line but her cheeks flush, leaving a pink hue. She flicks her middle finger up towards me. “I thought you were leaving,”
I hold my hands up defensively. “I’m going,” Jazmine shoves me out the door, but before she can slam the door in my face I say:
“You look good in my jumper Princess,”
Chapter 12
Theodore Knight
Austin Jace:
THEO! I WON BEER PONG! This is officially the best day of my life.
Zander Morris:
Austin is severely drunk. I worry for his body when Coach gets hold of him.
Theodore Knight:
Julian, you were supposed to watch him. Coach Morgan is going tomurder him.
Julian Nunez:
Fuck off. It’s not my fault Jace is still a child in all aspects of his life. Where did you even disappear to? Did you hook up with Kierra again?
Theodore Knight:
Nope. That’s over, I was helping a friend. She wanted to leave the party.
Iclose my phone, avoiding the text messages that will inevitably follow. Once again, commentary regarding my playboy lifestyle, I’m starting to believe I should sustain abstinence, which will be incredibly hard, but it’s doable. I went sixteen years without sex, six months will be nothing.
I park my car in the underground lot. Colton’s car was here, so I’m assuming Austin has passed out on the living room couch, as he wouldn’t have made it up the stairs. This isn’t my first instance with a drunk Austin Jace. The worst was when Athena wanted to take a break from their arrangement. He whined like a puppy then proceeded to get black out drunk and beg her to take him back.
Clearly, it worked.
Darkness consumes the apartment as I wander into the kitchen. The refrigerator light illuminates the room while I search for any leftover food. I ate dinner before the party but that was at least four hours ago. I’m a growing boy, okay.
“And the mystery man reappears,” Colton drawls.
I raise my eyebrows. “What?”
“Who did you leave the party with?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
I contemplate telling Colton about Jazmine. I don’t want to tell a story that’s not mine, so I keep it simple.
“Jazmine wanted to go home. She wasn’t feeling well, so I drove her.”
“Jazmine Allen? As in the Jazmine Allen that extremely dislikes you,”
