All Chapters of The Lacrosse Player Next Door : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Jasmine's POV) Jack and I arrived at the arcade, and after we got out of the car, he held my hand, locking it with his. My face flushed red. "Shall we?" he said, and I nodded my head in delight. With his hand locked in mine, it felt like we were a couple. A couple—that sounds so fascinating. Trust me when I say I didn't want this moment to come to an end. I'll forever stare at my hand because Jack held it. His palm was soft on mine, sending butterflies tickling in my stomach. We entered the arcade. It wasn't crowded, but there were people about our age. "Have you been here before?" he asked, his thumb caressing my hand. I don't know if he did that on purpose, but whatever it was, I loved it. "No, I haven't. This is my first time here," I answered. "You don't go out?" "Going out isn't my thing. I prefer sticking with my bed." "But you are here with me," he said, and I bit my lip. I'm not the outgoing type, but I can be one a few times if that's what it'd take to spend time wi

(Jasmine's POV) "The nerve of him to ignore you like that!" Amy sparked angrily as she tried to go over to Jack, who was already walking away with Madelyn, but I stopped her from going to him. Amy is a tomboy and always tends to act cute, but she could beat someone to a pulp if she wanted to. "Why are you stopping me from teaching that jerk a lesson? He can't just kiss you and ghost you the next day like you're one of his bitchy girls!" Amy said, her voice etched with anger. Although I was hurting, I still managed to defend him. "Maybe he didn't see me," I muttered, and Amy scoffed. "Don't even think about defending that crush of yours, Jazz!" she snapped. "He didn't see you?" she repeated after me and scoffed again, then continued, "Are you trying to tell the dumbest lie of the year? His eyes clearly met with yours, and he avoided you on purpose. And for what? To kiss Madelyn?" she chuckled, but in an angry way. I didn't know what to say because I couldn't come up with o

(Jasmine's POV) Getting him confused? How and in what way am I getting him confused? I tried breaking free from the hug, but he hugged me tighter, making it hard for me to breathe. "I can't... breathe, Jack," I struggled to say. He slowly let go of me, but instead of looking at me, he walked away and took a cigarette from the pack. I chuckled in dismay. Is that it? He said I’m making him confused, and rather than explaining how, he left me hanging and chose to smoke? "In what way am I getting you confused?" I asked. He puffed out some smoke. "Forget I said that," he said curtly, like he was trying to cut me off, after nearly imprinting his body on mine. "You can’t just say something and leave me on the edge of a cliff, Jack. You need to tell me how I’m making you confused," I pressed, determined to know what was going on in his head—or heart. "You don’t need to force me to say something I don’t want to say, Jellybean," he sighed and tossed the cigarette aside. "I

(Jasmine's POV) The ray of sun penetrated through my eyes, and I frowned before slowly opening them. I rubbed my forehead with the back of my hand as I felt a pang of headache. It was as if it was doing its festival in my brain. "You're finally awake?" he said, and that startled me. I looked to my right-hand side to see Jack sitting on a pod chair. The pod chair looked familiar, so I took a moment to look around, and that’s when I realized I was in my room. How did I get back here? The last thing I remember from last night was almost drowning in the pool, and then someone jumped in to save me. Could that person have been Jack? Did he save my life? Does that mean he cares about me? I brushed the thought away when realization hit me—my parents. I quickly got down from the bed and made to rush out of the room, but Jack's voice stopped me. "If you're about to go to your parents, they're not at home. I saw them leaving last night," Jack said, and I turned to look at

(Jasmine's POV) "Bestie!" Amy rushed to me as I entered the class, her eyes all over me. "You don't have to announce my presence like that, Amy," I muttered, not wanting my other classmates to notice me. "They already know you exist after you stood up in Miss Jenkins's class," she rolled her eyes. "And whose fault was that?" I asked, rolling my eyes back at her, and she laughed. "It's all in the past now. Let’s get seated so you can tell me what happened at Callista's sleepover—and about the bitch who pushed you into the pool," Amy said, taking my hand. We were about to head to our seats when two of our classmates approached us. One had dark hair, the other blonde. "Hi, Jasmine," they smiled at me. "Me?" I pointed at myself, starting to get shy. I had never had a conversation with my classmates—not even at my old school. "Yes, Jasmine. Your name is Jasmine, right?" the blonde-haired girl asked. I nodded slowly. "I can't believe we’ve been classmates all this whil