Semua Bab The Lacrosse Player Next Door : Bab 21 - Bab 26

Duty call from the hospital came for my parents, and they had to hurry back to attend to a patient who went into cardiac arrest. I was happy when they rushed out because it means Mom won't pressure me about whether I have feelings for Jack. I settled down in the living room with both Trevor and Amy. We were watching the popular TV show F.R.I.E.N.D.S while helping ourselves to popcorn. The show had always been my favorite TV show, and no matter how many times I've watched it, it still feels like a new show to me. Thankfully, Amy also loves the show, else she'd have told me to switch to something else. We were both laughing at the hilarious scene between Chandler and Joey, but I could feel Trevor's eyes on me. His eyes have been on me the whole time, so I don't know if he likes the show the same way Amy and I love it. "Are you enjoying the show?" I asked. "Yes, I do," he answered with a smile. "It doesn't seem like you do. Your eyes have been on me the whole time," I sai

(Jasmine's POV) "Do you think this outfit looks nice on me?" Amy asked for the umpteenth time as she pouted in the mirror. "Do you realize this will be the umpteenth time you’re asking about your outfit?" Trevor replied with a question, resting his back on the door frame of Amy's room. "I'll finally get a chance to talk to Callista. Do you know what that means?" she said, spelling out the words on purpose. Amy was so excited when I told her about the party and how Callista had said she liked her. She jumped and ran around the house, and now she's stuck choosing a good outfit to impress Callista, though the entire outfits in her wardrobe were all boyish. She loves dressing like a tomboy because she isn't embarrassed that she's into girls rather than the opposite sex. Fortunately for her, her whole family supports her—including me. I'm her biggest rooter. "If Callista really likes you, I don't think she'd care about your appearance. You love someone not because of their appe

(Jasmine's POV) "Thanks for bringing me home, Trevor," I smiled at him after his car came to a gentle stop in front of my gate. "Are you sure you are okay now?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern, and I nodded my head with a smile. "You made me laugh, Trevor. So I'm not sad anymore," I smiled at him, but a part of me was lying. I was still sad about what Jack had called me. He's the boy I love, which is why his words hurt so much. "About Jack..." he started, but I cut him off. "I don't want to talk about him," I muttered. Trevor seemed to understand and gave me a slight nod. "Alright, Jazz, if you say so. I'll be in school tomorrow, so... see you tomorrow?" he said, and I snorted. "See you tomorrow in school, Trevor," I said, smiling faintly before getting down from his car. He waved me goodbye, and I did the same before entering the house. My mom and dad were about to have dinner. "Where have you been, honey? We were surprised when we came home and didn't find you at ho