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“What?” She can sense my moods within seconds, which is why I’m shocked she hasn’t sniffed out my omissions.
“He is into you. I overheard him talking to another guy on the team, and as much as I hate to admit it, he seems like he likes you.” I grip the wheel tighter.
Jasmine cackles at the expression souring my face. “You hated telling me that, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And that’s exactly why I love you so much.” She pats the top of my head like a dog.
“Shut your mouth,” I growl, but then laugh right along with her.
She zips her lips with her fingers silently, locking it, and throwing away the key, as if that will keep her mouth shut, which is exactly what I tell her.
“Yeah, okay. Like that’s ever worked.”
She throws one of her pens at me. “It would if you didn’t annoy the shit out of me so much!” she bellows.
“Dammit, Jasmine! Stop throwing shit at me while I’m driving!”
“Sorry!”
We stare each other down for a moment, then bust up laughing. Sometimes we argue with the best of them, mostly to see who can outdo the other. Which reminds me, I still owe her for dumping ice-cold water on me while I was in the shower last month. I’ve been biding my time, so when she least expects it, BAM! In her face! I want to rub my hands together, thinking about her payback.
“Why do you look so evil, right now?”
“No reason… no reason at all,” I say in a malevolent voice.
“Jace, I swear it. If you come at me, I’ll be forced to fish slap you.”
Uncontrollable laughter erupts. “Fish slap? What the fuck, Jaz?”
“You know, I saw it on TV. You get a raw fish and slap the shit out of someone with it. It looks really fun. You should let me do it just because.” She’s looking at me like I’m going to say, ‘Oh, okay. Why not?’
“I know what a fish slap is, but what the hell. No! You’re not slapping me with one.” She smiles vindictively. “I mean it, Jaz.”
“We’ll see.” She turns back around, facing the window.
How the hell did this get turned around on me? She has no inkling of what I’m thinking, and yet here I am, probably about to be fish slapped within the next twenty-four hours. Damn her!
Once we’re home, Jasmine goes straight to her room to finish her homework while I rush to mine to text my girl. The day seemed to drag on in torture. Hormones are raging, demanding that I touch, kiss, suck, and fuck her at every opportunity. Jesus, I’m going to need help to get through this week.
Me: Hey, babe. You home yet?
Marisol: Yeah. What r u doing?
Me: Wishing I was with you.
Marisol: Awe, I miss u 2. Do you and Jaz want to come 4 dinner?
Me: Hell YES! I love your mom’s cooking. What time?
Marisol: How’s 7?
Me: Perfect. See you then.
Marisol: Definitely.
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