I turned and saw Jasmin running towards me with a harassed look on her face, “Hey, Jas. What’s going on?”
Jasmin had been my best friend since grade school. She approached me on the playground and started an argument over who liked the color pink more. I wore a pink jumper with glittery pink sneakers, and my hair was pulled back in a ponytail with a bright pink bow.
Jasmin had a pink dress with braids and pink ribbons woven through each. When we both noticed we had the same pink sneakers, she declared that we would be sisters in pink forever, and that was that.
“Damien cornered me again!” She panted, hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath.
“Why in the hell were you running? I know how you feel about him.” I asked, confused, but grateful for the distraction from my thoughts.
Jasmin rolled her eyes, “Because a man likes a good chase! How many times do I have to tell you? When a man is as fine as my Damien, I can’t just fall at his feet. He needs to work for it.”
My best friend was quite the character. She and Damien were clearly meant for each other. He’d gone to high school with us, and they had clicked immediately. The first time they locked eyes in the cafeteria, neither of them could look away. I think it lasted for at least five whole minutes, though Jasmin will deny it to this day.
Jasmin and Damien complemented each other in every way; both loved sports and were brilliant. He was tall and slim, builtlike a runner; she was only a few inches shorter and carried herself like a queen.
His mocha skin, pale brown eyes, and white hair were such a unique combination that he drew women like bees to honey. Jasmine wore her long, dark hair in braids that hung just above her waist and had hazel eyes that stood out against her beautiful caramel skin color. She drew the eye of every male in her vicinity.
Separate, they were beautiful, but together they were almost too gorgeous to be real. I couldn’t imagine what their children would look like.
“What if he decides on a girl that doesn’t make him work quite so hard?” I waited for the explosion. I knew my question would piss her off.
Jasmine didn’t disappoint.
She threw her hands on her hips, “Then the son of a bitch isn’t worth my time! I’d throw his ass back and find another more worthy of me.”
I tried to hide my smile. She had decided from the beginning that Damien needed to earn her love. She was afraid that if she gave in too soon, he would lose interest.
Jasmine knew that’s not how Aurathions worked. Damien was clearly a Potential, but Jasmine was nothing if not dramatic. And I was beginning to believe Damien had a bit of a drama queen inside him, too.
“The hell you say woman!” Jasmine jumped a foot in the air when Damien threw his arms around her from behind. “You know there isn’t a man more worthy than me.”
I threw my head back and laughed, “Looks like you’ve been caught.”
Jasmine scowled, “You’re supposed to be my friend. I can’t wait until the shoe is on the other foot. I’m going to make sure to pay you back twice as bad.”
I felt my face get hot, and I knew that I was blushing, so I turned and started walking. We’d known each other so long that she’d be able to tell by my expression that something was up. I needed to get away from her now.
“Oh no, you don’t! I saw that look on your face. You'd better spill, right now.” Jasmine ran to catch up, grabbed my shoulder, and spun me around.
“There’s nothing to spill.” I shrugged, trying my best to look innocent.
Damien laughed mischievously, “From what I saw, there’s plenty to spill. Three tall glasses at least.”
“You’re an asshole.” I scowled at the traitor.
“Hey, that’s my man you’re talking to,” Jasmine frowned, pointing her finger at me.
“Nowhe’s your man? I thought you were still running from him until he proved himself." I looked at her in disbelief.
“Not at the moment, but tomorrow is another day," she smirked. “Quit trying to distract me and spill.”
Resistance was futile; she would keep it up until I told her everything. The most I could hope for would be to delay the inevitable.
“I’ll tell you after class.” I pleaded with my eyes for her to understand.
She stared at me for a few moments, then nodded. “Okay, but you’re going to meet me for dinner and tell me every last detail of what happened.”
“Absolutely.” I sighed in relief.
