"You burnt the toast, again," Jasmine groaned. "Seriously, Liam."
It was a Sunday morning and both Liam and Jasmine were feeling extra hyper. Both waking up few minutes past eight and both being not exactly religious enough to go to church, they ended up in the kitchen hopelessly trying to make edible breakfast.
"Not really," Liam blinked his eyes. "It's not that bad. Have you ever had burnt toast with orange juice? It's the best."
"It sure is," Jasmine replied him, tossing the third burnt toast into the trash can. "So much for 'finally being able to 'cook.'
"Okay, no," Liam laughed. He could cook. At least, successfully enough to make his own toast. "I can cook, really. I'm just a little distracted."
"Oh, honey," Jasmine turned taking a sip of her orange juice. "What's on your mind?"
"I have school tomorrow," Liam pouted. "Without you."
"Oh, c'mon not again," Jasmine groaned. "You'll be fine. It's no biggie."
"Yeah, thanks," he sighed. "But no, that didn't make me feel better. Ah! You see? I just made perfect toast."
Jasmine shook her head. "Yay, that calls for a celebration."
"You know it's not my fault I'm not good at these things."
"Of course, it is," Jasmine mouthed, taking a huge bite of the toast. "Awww. Wait a minute, are you going to finally have a girlfriend?"
"Oh, please," Jasmine mimicked. "You know quite a number of girls would die to date you."
"Honestly!" Jasmine exclaimed. "But you just- Oh, Liam."
"We're not talking about my relationship life."
Jas snickered. "You make it sound like you actually have a relationship life. You have a single life."
"And what about you?" Liam fired back. "Why haven't you dated anyone since you broke up with Chad even though dozens of guys ask you out on a daily."
Chad was Jasmine's ex-boyfriend. Things were going smoothly until they had a fight and he called her out on her and her parents relationship. In public.
Though he apologized and said he didn't mean it, according to Jasmine's exact words, she had tossed him straight into the trash can.
"I'm waiting for you," Jasmine smiled. "I'll get a boyfriend when you get one too."
"Well, prepare to be single for a very long time."
"I won't be," she winked. "By the way, which school are you transferring to?"
"It isn't private."
"As expected," she chewed noisily, taking loud sips from her juice. "What's the name?"
"Um...Craw... Crawstar High."
"Ouuu, Crawstar. Cool."
"Cool?" Liam arched an eyebrow. "You know it?"
"Of course I do."
"Then how is it that I don't know it?" Liam's eyebrows were knitted. "It was my first time hearing it."
"Of course, honey," Jas smiled weirdly. "No offense but your life revolves around just three places- your house, school and the hospital."
"I'm not sorry," Jas kept on smiling. "It's the truth."
"So, ah, Crawstar," she tapped her fingers on the kitchen counter. "You won't be single for long."
"And why is that?"
"Because Crawstar has a reputation of housing the finest species on humans this state has to offer."
"Okay that's just an exaggeration."
"Trust me, it isn't," Jas replied and the look on her face was serious. "The girls and boys at our school are no match."
"Well, I don't know how to feel about that," Liam replied, honestly. Intimidated? "I won't be bullied, will I?"
"Nah. You look way too good for that."
"Technically, true," Liam nodded. "But-"
"Just don't become a boring nerd at Crawstar," Jas pat his back. "Or wait a minute. Shall we go to a party?"
"A party," Jasmine replied, excitedly. "A student from Crawstar is throwing a party today."
"What in the- wait, what? How do you even know that?"
"I know someone from Crawstar."
"Well, my brother's best friend's niece's friend attends Crawstar."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Forget the history," Jas laughed. "Point is, I know someone at Crawstar."
"Yeah and I was invited to the party but had no plans on going cause my weekends are for you, honey and asking you to go with me will be a waste of my time cause you're a sport."
"I'm not a sport."
"Yes, you are, honey," Jasmine grinned. "So, you in?"
"Because- it's a Sunday."
"Yes, I know."
"And school just resumed. Why throw a party when school just resumed?"
"A back to school party, perhaps?"
Liam groaned. "We both know that's not the case."
"You can't be so sure."
"No. We have school tomorrow."
"Going to a high school party, Jasmine. There'll be drink and drugs."
"You, i, we, can't go to class drunk."
"We won't drink."
"Really? Hormonal teens partying at night. Yeah right."
"You won't. You're disciplined."
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
"Depends on how you take it."
"And you? Who isn't disciplined."
"I won't drink."
Liam arched an eyebrow.
"I've got Jesus, baby."
"Even Jesus had wine."
"Liammmmm," Jasmine whined. "Let's gooo. It'll be fun. We'll be back by 10."
"10pm?! When the hell am I gonna sleep?"
"Dude, are you being serious right now?"
"Forget it," Liam got up from the sofa he was sitting on. After talking for so long, they'd both subconsciously left the kitchen to the living room and ate everything edible around them. "I shouldn't be partying at night."
"I'm pretty sure your mum won't be glad to know that all his 17 year old son does is stay at home thinking thus making his close to sad life even sadder."
"Honestly, I'm sorry but the truth stings."
"Ugh," Liam groaned. "You're bad influence."
"You still love me anyways," she danced to an imaginary tune. "So, we're going?"
"I never said so."
"Oh, we're going!" she squealed. "We still have over 5 hours to get ready. Let's get dolled up!"
Liam felt like a Hollywood actor who didn't want to go to an award show because he knew he wasn't getting the award but still had to go to look fine and... be there.
Jasmine, on the other, fully clothed in the gown they went to pick from her place, looked perfect in the bright red gown hugging her body.
Liam was dressed in a black jean, bright white t-shirt and one of the numerous fancy Nike sneakers his mum bought him with the hope he'll get to wear them when he finally goes on a date. Ha was tall, not really tall but tall enough to be considered tall as a guy. Ha has dark long hair that fell to his face occasionally unless he tied it up into a little bun. His mum said he looked good with long hair so ever since he was growing up, his hair was never cut to the normal length most guys grew up with. As he grew older, he just let his hair grow longer than usual before giving it a trim. Probably because he now loved it or was just used to it.
That night, his wavy hair was let loose. They fell to his face with every step he took but more than anything, he was used to it. His eyes, a dark shade of black, matched perfectly with his light colored skin.
"Well, here we are," Jasmine exclaimed as they stepped out of the Uber. "This is it."
There was no look of enthusiasm of Liam's face. "Yay."
Jasmine scrunched her nose and slid her hand around Liam's. "Let's go."
The extremely loud music welcomed them as they stepped into the house. It was a big house and as expected, a huge party. The house even had a pool, impressing Liam and also making him wonder if it was a normal party or a pool party.
His unvoiced questions were answered immediately they stepped into the interior part of the house. It was a really big party and apparently the house wasn't big enough for them so they got outside.
Was the pool really necessary though? He eyed some half naked girls and boys doing unreasonable things in the pool. No, he wasn't exaggerating. Why make out in a public pool?
"This place's huge," Jasmine stated the obvious. "The party too."
They walked through the crowd of people their age- some dancing offbeat, some drinking, some smoking and some literally shoving their tongues down each other's throats. The music was unfamiliar and for listened to a lot of songs, Liam considered that weird.
"Let's partyyy," Jasmine pulled Liam into the crowd, shaking him violently. "Shake your bodyy."
"Yeah, I sure am," Liam laughed, violently shaken. "Please, stop."
They both laughed for a while, getting entertained by the few people drunk dancing in front of them.
"Ouuu, Liam, look at that guyy," Jasmine squealed. Was she drunk already?
Lian looked at the guy making his best friend nuts.
He looked decent.
That was sarcasm, by the way.
He was tall, pretty tall, had a cigarette sticking out of his mouth, was holding a red cup and no priest was needed to tell what was in the cup. He wore a sleeveless top, showing off tattoos that decorated his left arm.
"Jesus, Jasmine where's your taste in guys," Liam was obviously disgusted.
"Straight outta the window," Jasmine laughed. "We're at a party not a church. I'm not here to look for a husband."
"What's wrong with his eye."
Jasmine looked done with Liam. "He winked, Liam. Winked."
"Yes," she beamed. "You're pretty but this one's mine."
"You can have him for dinner," Liam replied, unenthusiastically. "I'll be around."
"Fine. Shall I get you a drink?"
"Shall you get me a drink?"
"Yeah," she replied, pointing at a table housing dozens of red cups. "From there."
"You must think I'm such a fool. No thanks."
"No, no," Jasmine laughed. "I wanted to get us actual drinks."
"Do whatever you want, Jasmine."
Liam leaned by a wall having absolutely nothing to do since his best friend left him for man-hunting. The music seemed to be getting louder and he could sense a headache coming up.
Liam looked around to confirm who the stranger in front of him was talking to. He looked at him, his eyes meeting his making him realize his gaze was fixed on him.
"Yeah, you. I'm talking to you."
"Oh," he replied him, trying to check him out in the least obvious manner.
He was tall, dyed blonde hair and his eyes had a color Liam couldn't put a finger on as he tried to avoid his gaze as much he could. He wore a grey t-shirt with dark jeans.
He hesitated. "Liam."
"Nice name," he comment, Liam internally rolling his eyes.
"Are you new around here?" he enquired. "I don't think I've seen you around. Or do you go to Crawstar too? I attend Crawstar."
Oh, that explained it.
"No...not yet," he replied, immediately regretting it.
"Not yet? Cool. Are you-"
No, he wasn't having that conversation. "Look, Steve, right? What do you want? Let's go straight to the point."
"Ah, is it Jasmine? The hot girl you saw me with earlier? No, she isn't my girlfriend. And if you want her number, you're going to have to get it yourself. Leave me out of it."
"Damn, bro," he laughed. "No, no. Just wanted to talk a little."
He hated how he quickly paid attention to his heavy accent making every word that came out of his mouth pleasurable to his ears.
"I'm pretty sure we've been doing a little more than just talking a little," he replied, knowing he was being dramatic.
"Okay," he laughed, lightly. "I admit. Fine. Can I have your number?"
"For what? No?"
Steve nodded, like he was expecting his reply. "Your I*******m then? Or Snapchat?"
"No," Liam was beginning to find his persistence very annoying. "No, you can't have my contact."
Just how far were guys really willing to go just for hot girls? Jasmine was hot, he admitted but all of these was beginning to annoy him.
"Very well then," he tried to laugh again to hide the obvious disappointment in his voice. "I'll see you around then, handsome."
He turned to leave, dropping a wink as he did. "It's okay. I love those who play hard to get."
Liam stared at the unfamiliar image in the mirror that seemed to be his. It was a Monday morning and instead of a white shirt, striped trousers, red blazer and a matching red tie, he was putting on a navy blue shirt and black jeans."How's this?""You look like you're going for a job interview," Jasmine replied, from the laptop's screen earning a groan from Liam. Brian had dropped her at her place as early as 6am and got back to patiently wait for Liam to finish getting ready.He was in for a very long wait."What am I supposed to wear then?" Liam whined. "Something's always wrong with everything I pick.""You're going to school, Liam. Not a job interview or a seminar or a freaking burial.""Then what I supposed to wear? A tank top and beach shorts?""Honestly, I wouldn't disapprove," Jasmine flashed him a smile. "First impressions
He got home few minutes past seven after going straight to the hospital after school. His mum was being extra inquisitive about how his first day at school went and even after her told him several times that it was fine, she kept on asking. He groaned as his alarm clock rang again. It was 7:00am already and he wasn’t ready. He skipped just two weeks of school but it felt like two months. There were notes to be made, assignments and most importantly books to be read. He stepped out of the bathroom, hair soaking wet by 7:15am. He already had his natural outfit of the day laid down on his bed. A blue t-shirt and light colored jeans. Hair blow dried and brushed, he grabbed his backpack and fled downstairs. “Did you have breakfast?” was the first thing Brian said to him as he got into the car. “Yes,” he lied. “Oh,” he eyed him suspiciously. “Well, here then.” Liam slowly colle
Nick either had no friends or just really wanted to be friends with Liam.On seeing Liam that Wednesday morning, he asked about his hip and immediately handed him a large bowl of sliced fruits saying vitamins help the bones get stronger.Technically, that was wrong. Liam vividly remembered his elementary school classes on how Calcium were responsible for strong bones and he doubted, strongly, fruits containing that much calcium.Instead of attacking him with the above lecture, he smiled, collected it and said “thanks.” He was thankful though more surprised.Like Nick could hear his thoughts, he quickly added, “It’s no biggie. I told my mum a friend hurt his hip and she just handed me the bowl of fruits to give you so you can feel better.”That made sense. Mothers were like that. His was a huge example. He remembered when he was still 13 and Jasmine was grounded at
“Are you okay, son?” Dr. Oliver Reeds stepped into his huge office to meet his son in an unusual position. He was seated on the couch, head low with his left hand covering half of his face. “Steve?” “Yeah, I’m okay,” he finally unveiled his face, revealing a distressed look. “Did you cry?” his dad asked, immediately bending to look at his face to uncover tear stained cheeks. “My God, you cried. What in the world happened to you?” “Nothing.” “Cut it out, Steve,” his dad sat next to him. “I’m busy and I don’t have to beat around the bush. So tell me, what happened?” “I made that person cry.” “That person?” he asked. “The person that keeps on being cold to you even though you really want to be friends with them?” Steve nodded in reply. “How?” he interrogated. “Did you meet her? Where did you two meet?” “Here
Brian reluctantly dropped Liam off. He had evident mixed feelings about Liam meeting a friend cause he was aware of Liam’s lack of friends. Liam quickly defended himself saying he made new friends in his new school and Brian let it go.He was meeting Steve at a park close to his place. That was the only place he could go and confidently return back home. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t know his way around- a certain Brian Jung had always been around to drive him.He wasn’t sure if he was expecting an instant reply from Steve when he asked them to meet. He needed to talk to him and the best way was to talk to him. Ignoring won’t be as easy and he could always read his face if he decided to be silent.He was still in the outfit from the previous day. He sniffed his armpits, glad he still smelt okay. His hair needed washing but still looked decent so he was good to go.“Liam!” he s
Liam was losing his mind. “Jasmine, please please please pick up the call,” he pleaded uselessly on the phone.He did not just kiss Steve Reeds less than 15 minutes ago. He did not!What the hell went through his mind? All he wanted to do was stop him from talking and make him believe he meant his words.Why a kiss though? There were numerous other ways he could have shut him up. He could have punched him in the face. He could have slapped him. Or he could have just walked away.But he just had to kiss him.He pulled his hair, groaning the loudest he had groaned in months.He kissed him. He kissed him. He kissed Steve Reeds.His phone that he had dropped on the dinning table after giving up on reaching Jasmine vibrated. He rush towards it hoping it was call or text from Jasmine saying she was coming over.Instead,Unknown number:
The day was going on smoothly.After Steve and Liam talked, Liam found himself no longer nervous to face him. He had told him the kiss was a mistake and thus gotten it off his chest.Thankfully, Jasmine didn’t ask him where he was or what the ‘hottie’ had to say. She was just glad to see him on his return and they spent the rest of the day together with Nick attending classes.It was finally time to go home and Jasmine bid Liam goodbye. She was still grounded so she had to go straight home with her dad’s driver. He bid Nick goodbye too and headed to the side at parking lot Brian normally parked.His phone vibrated and he took it out revealing a text.Unknown number: Where r u?Unknown number: You’ve not gone home already, have u?He hesitated for a while.Liam: No, I haven’t.Liam: I
“Good morning.” It was a familiar face and voice. Liam slammed his locker shut, turning. “What are you doing here, Steve?” “Yeah, good morning to you too,” Steve replied, Liam arching an eyebrow. “I had a nice rest too. Thanks for asking.” It was early in the morning for heaven’s sake. How was he always so energetic? “Why are you in front of my locker, Steve?” “Dude,” Steve chuckled lightly. “Cut me some slack, will you?” “Okay,” Liam replied. “So why are you in front of my locker?” “I’m not in front of your locker.” “You bloody are.” “No, I’m not,” Steve insisted. “I just happen to be standing by the locker next to my locker.” “What is that supposed to mean?” Liam was tired. “This is my locker. Your locker is nowhere nearby.” “Well, that was in the past,” Steve replied, leaning on the locker next to Liam’s. “Isn’t it all just so coincidental that the people in charge just decided to change my locker?” “So you’re saying your locker go