Semua Bab The Lacrosse Player Next Door : Bab 1 - Bab 10

JASMINE This wouldn't be the first time I had caught Jack kissing a girl, and it definitely wouldn't be the last time either. He was a Casanova, a big-time playboy who made out with any girl that threw themselves at him. The girls in school all knew he was a player. He doesn't date and preferred hooking up with girls, but the girls at Wilford High School didn't mind. As long as they get to make out or have sex with Jack, they were okay with that. I guess I was the one who was selfish to want him all for myself. I stood there watching Jack as he devoured Madelyn's lips. Madelyn was kissing him just the same way, her manicured fingers digging into his curly brown hair. I was hurting, but still, I stood there watching them kiss, oblivious to anyone around them. “Jazz!” Amy called my name so loudly. Jack broke his kiss with Madelyn. He turned to look at me, but before he could get the chance to see my face, I quickly turned away from him. “Are you okay?” Amy asked as she ap

JASMINE I blinked my eyes, just to convince myself I was imagining things, but I wasn’t. Jack was in my room, his eyes on me. “Nice room you got here, Jellybean,” he chuckled, looking around my room. “You shouldn't be here, Jack. Leave,” I said in a voice barely above a whisper. I had always tried my best to avoid him in school, but here he was, standing right in front of me, staring at me with those honey-colored eyes of his. I....I felt like fainting. “Jack?” he furrowed his eyebrows, obviously wondering how I had known his name. “I guess my mom and cousin must have told you my name, right, Jellybean?” he smiled. “My name is Jasmine, not Jellybean,” I corrected, but he chuckled, making him more handsome and sexy than ever. “I prefer calling you Jellybean,” he muttered, and I swallowed hard. This was the boy I am always fictionalising about that one day, he would notice me. It felt like a dream, because I never once thought that my silly wishes would come true—Jack fi

(Jasmine's POV) Why did I lie? Does that mean my conversation with him last night wasn't a dream? I gulped hard as I stared into his honey-colored eyes, and he was looking back into my eyes as well, my heart thudding inside my chest. "I knew you were lying when you said you don't go to Wilford High School," he began. "You were that newbie from a year ago, right? The girl who didn't know her direction to the Principal's office, right?" he asked. He still remembered taking me to the Principal's office a year ago? This was what I least expected from a playboy like him. I stared at him and slowly nodded my head. He already knows the truth, so lying would only turn me into a coward. "I knew it!" he exclaimed like he had just received an award. "I thought so hard last night, wondering where I had seen you before, and it turns out you're the cute girl from a year ago," he gushed. My cheeks almost heated up at the thought of Jack thinking about me all night. It made my heart flutter

(Jasmine's POV) "You've got a boyfriend already? Does your parents know about this?" my driver asked, and I quickly shook my head in defense. I have always wanted Jack to be my boyfriend, but not in this way. He's clearly joking. He's someone who doesn't date, and he has made it clear to every girl in school. "He's not my boyfriend. He's just fooling around. He happens to live next door with his family," I answered, and my driver nodded his head and continued the ride back home. "Why would you say that?" I whispered to him. "I thought that's what you wanted," he whispered back. "How did you know I wanted that?" I asked, even though I have always been wishing upon every star to be the girlfriend of the golden boy in school. "If you didn't want that, you'd have told me to take my hand off your waist," he whispered, rubbing my waist with his thumb. I snapped his hand off, but that was only because my driver was watching us. He might be friendly, but he's a snitch who always repor

(Jasmine's POV) "Huh?" I muttered, feeling the nervousness building up in my stomach. Jack burst into laughter, his curly brown hair almost covering his eyes. I bite my lower lip a little bit, wondering what was funny. He won't possibly watch me get dressed, right? He stood up from the bed and walked over to me, almost towering with his height. He gave me a seductive smile that I almost fell for if not that I was strong enough to keep my cool. "Do you possibly think I'd watch you get dressed? I was joking. I'm not a saint, but I am not that bad," he said with a wink that almost made my knees wobble. "Meet me outside when you're done," he whispered, and he left my room through the same way he entered. I quickly hurried to my wardrobe to pick out a dress, but there was nothing interesting in my closet. I wasn't a fan of revealing clothes, because even if I had them in my closet, I would just be too ashamed to wear them. I picked out a tent gown and put it on. Sighing at myself in