The Badboy Want's Me

Flashback: -

"Jasmine no, please!"

"Hahah yes hahhaah"

"NO, I won't do this" I scream with determination.

"Oh, baby it's not a matter of what you want. You simply can't do anything sweetheart hahaha just do it."

"Jasmine please, please, please don't. Stay with me. Look at me, you can do it don't close your eyes" His sobs audible as he begs me to help him.

Then the screams came...

Flashback over

Jasmine POV: -

*Beep Beep Beep Beep*

"Jasmine what the hell, turn that damn thing off!"

I roll my eyes as I slowly turn off the alarm clock while closing my eyes once again. I swear to God John voice woke me up more than the alarm clock but at the same time, I'm grateful. I turn around intending to flip over on my stomach which apparently was a grave mistake because the next thing I know I hear my bedroom door open at the same time as I fall off the bed.

"Does my perfect face baffle you so much? Seriously Jasmine I thought you've gotten over that already but well...I can't really blame you."

I sit up with a flushed face and just stare at Alex.

"I wasn't baffled I was just trying to flip over at the same time as you...never mind what are you doing here?" Because Alex never visits my room. Not him. Not John. Not anymore at least. They used to. We used to always sit on my bed watching movie and eat popcorn. The keywords in that sentence are "used to". Past tense. Because after the incident that happened a few months back everything changed. They changed. I've tried multiple times to tell them the truth about what really happened that night at Tommy's party, but I couldn't. I wanted to but I couldn't. I want to but I can't for the sake of my family. The family that started looking at me like a freak and like I don't fit in.

In this family adopted Alex is the oldest (my parents didn't think they would be able to have kids, so they adopted Alex) and then there is John and then Sam that died before I was even born. He died when he was one month old in a car crash that everyone survived but him. Then there is me. Fourth in the family. But am I really? It feels like I'm the oldest when Alex and John always get drunk, and I always have to look after them (not that they're thankful nowadays) or when I always wake them up to school (except for today) and prepare their things and make sure they actually go to school. They used to look at me with gratitude but not anymore. Not after that.

"Mom told me to get you because apparently, we start earlier at this school."

Oh yeah. new college. They previously went to United high, but they moved during the summer break and recently enrolled in city high, they started at 8.20.

"When do we start," I ask tiredly.

"7.30. Seven. Fucking. Thirty. Can you believe it?"

"7.30...SEVEN THIRTY?? Alex, it's 7.00 we'll never make it! It takes fifteen minutes to get to school and I have to get dressed a-an-and..!" I keep on blabbering, clearly stressed out. This was their FIRST day and they are going to be late! Way to go Braze. First impression ruined.

I'm a straight-A student and I have to impress my teachers but first I have to take a shower because I barely got any sleep today thanks to the nightmares and I'm all sweaty. I never had nightmares up until that day a few months back. Now I hear the screams in every single dream like it just happened, and I try not to think about it when I already live through it every single haunting night.

I jump inside the shower and finish within ten minutes and when I come back inside my room Alex is already gone. I grab a normal black sweater that covers my arms and put it on me with black jeans and black boots while I with great stress try to multitask and brush my hair at the same time. The result is not that... satisfying with my hair standing up almost spiky from the shower but it'll have to do.

We arrive ten minutes late with a scolding look from the receptionist, but she says she would go easy on us because it's our first day. I think her name was Aline. She each hand us our schedule and we go our separate ways. Alex is a senior, Jace starts the second year and I start the first year of my high school.

I knock on my classroom door nervously. Great, now I have to excuse myself for coming late to the teacher and on top of that, I also have to introduce myself. I never come late and I'm every definition of awkward. Socially and in general. I have no idea what to say and just end up stammering and eventually say something that shouldn't have been saying. I usually prefer to just plug in my earphones and shut out the world.

I wonder how Alex and John are handling this. They're probably not having as much trouble as me. They can literally walk into a room and win over everyone's heart like they're some sort of Cupid in teenage form. Well, I'm the opposite. I'm like a demon in the teenage form: you avoid them and you're good. Okay, not a demon. Maybe a zombie. When I do think about it that's kind of how my previous classmates looked at me. They looked at me like I'm about to start a zombie apocalypse and infect everybody with my "obvious" nerdiness. Like seriously guys? Just because I'm quiet and distant and have straight As doesn't mean I'm a nerd. it just means I care about my flipping future and that I'm socially awkward. I actually do have pretty interesting hobbies.

Okay, I have to stop myself from thinking because apparently, the teacher didn't hear me because I've been standing here for the past ten minutes. I knock again and this time a large muscular blonde man opens the door while slowly raising one of his eyebrows and stares down at me. Literally. Stares DOWN at me because hell, this man is huggee. Is this dude the fucking teacher?

"M-my name is Jasmine. I-I'm new" I mumble fiddling with my earbuds.

"Kid, I seriously can't hear a thing you're saying if you're even talking at all."

I start blushing. This man's voice is seriously scary and then all of a sudden, he gestures me to come into the classroom and I turn to see what in my eyes looks like one hundred eyeballs staring straight at me and my blush deepens.

Jasmine POV: -

The man continues sarcastically:

"Could anyone here hear what she just said?"

Some guy from the front row raises his hand and I'm relieved that someone decides to save my soul. That is until the guy actually opens his stupid looking mouth and answers:

"Something with..." he says and imitates my incomprehensible mumble and people start laughing. I wish he never opened his goddamn mouth.

"Shut up Aldertree!"

What the hell? This teacher is something else. Then he turns to me

"And you. Mind telling me who you are because I have never seen you before?" Then he eyes me from top to toe. "Are you someone's little sister?" A lot of people tried to stop themselves from laughing again.

It's not that I'm super short I'm actually average in height, but the thing is I'm really skinny because I stopped eating as much as I used to after the thing that happened a few months back. It's not that I'm starving myself it's just that I have no appetite because all I can see is...blood. Also, the family table is not that welcoming anymore. My mother never looks at me and my siblings' sneak glances at me all the time. I always end up eating a little and then excuse myself and bury myself in my room.

So, I'm in general tiny and I have what my brother calls a baby face plus I'm eighteen. But really. Thanks a lot teacher. I mean is he really a teacher or a substitute?

I didn't realize that I've been silent for a long time until the "teacher?" clicks his fingers in front of my face and snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Are you present?" he says and earns snorts from the entire class.

I swallow and answer more clearly than the last time.

"My name is Jasmin."

I can't bring myself to say more without running out of there like ten hellhounds is chasing me but thankfully I didn't have to.

"Ah you're the newbie. I was told you were supposed to come Wednesday?"

Thankfully, again, I didn't have to open my mouth.

"It is Wednesday..." I seriously want to thank the girl who said that because I don't want to answer and maybe make the teacher, I've only now met to look stupid. I've already ruined my first impression and I seriously don't want to dig an even deeper hole and fall in it myself.

"Right. I always mix Wednesdays and Tuesdays. Well, my name is Heng so only refer to me as Heng and don't you dare pull that "Sir" bullshit on me. Now moving on why the hell are you twenty minutes late on your first day?" He talks seriously fasts. I was actually only ten minutes late, but you didn't hear me knock. Of course, I won't say that and decide to tell the truth:

"W-well I-I didn't know we start 7.30."

He looks at me like my hair has gone pink and I start blushing even more.

"So... you don't have a puncture?" I shake my head. "And you didn't forget some keys at home?" I shake my head again. "And your alarm clock rang? And your dog didn't die right before you were about to go to school? And you didn't twist your ankle?" I nod on the first question and then keep on shaking my head.

"Kid...you seriously need to work on your excuses. I have an entire list on my desk of the top ten excuses that I've ever heard. If you want, you can take a look because you seriously need it when it comes to the other teachers. Except for me I always know, but honestly: ''I didn't know we started 7.30'' is just lame. I think the number one excuse I have is ''well.3 days ago I was with my obsessed dad in a casino, and I played out all of my money so I couldn't afford taking the bus yesterday. Or the day before that and I probably won't tomorrow'' and that came from a senior of mine".

Wait so this so-called teacher wants me to lie so he can write it down on a stupid list for future students? Up. Not doing that. In normal situations this kind of humiliation would have made my face glow like a Christmas tree but I'm too busy staring dumbstruck at the teacher. Heng opens his mouth again:

"Well, we shouldn't let you stand there like a statue for long we have to get you a seat. When are you born?"

I just keep staring at him like an idiot because what use will that information do?

Noticing my expression he starts explaining:

"Here in this university our seating order is arranged depending on when you were born. January is in the back and December in the front. Why? Because people born in January are older, have grown more and are therefore longer so they will just block people from seeing if they sit in front of someone. Those who are born in December are the opposite because they are younger and therefore shorter than everyone which means they have to sit in the front to be able to see. Those who are born during the other months sit in the middle. So, when is your birthday?"

What. The. Hell. Kind of logic. Is this...? I'm serious this blondie is nuts. Great. January in the back, right?

"December 31st" I answer nervously. I always sit in the back and sometimes in the middle but never in the front row.

"Oh, New Years Eve? Wow then you're sitting in the front row. Move over Sammy!" So that's the girl that saved me before. Sammy.

I've been too focused on Heng idiocy to be able to take in the fact that everybody has been staring at me while silently laughing. So, with a flushed face I sit down on my new place with everyone's eyes still on me and plug in one of my earbuds. What a horrible day.

"Hi there" I look to my right and find the Sammy girl staring at me, so I take off the earbud. Don't screw this up Jasmine.

"Hi" I say, and she smiles.

"Did you move here or...?

"Y-yeah I moved here just recently."

"Cool, well welcome to TH. I'm Sammy, president for this year." She is what?

"I'm Jasmine" I repeat for the third time and the next question I have to ask because there are always those people in a school that you want to avoid like the popular kids or the big bully. Basically, the social groups. So, I blurt out:

"I-Is there s-something I should know about this school? Something important about the people here?"

"Well, there is no one in particular...except for Brandon of course but surely you already know about..." Sammy stops herself when she sees my confused look. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" she practically screams, and I look around panicked but thankfully everybody was too focused on their own loud conversations to notice the Sammy outburst. And Heng...isn't even here. Sammy taking my expression into consideration lowers her voice:

"How. Can you. Breath in this university without knowing who Brandon is??? He is the king in this freaking campus. Everybody wants to be close to him and everybody wants to date him. Guys and girls. Brandon himself doesn't even care. He is a freewheeling person who can be with any creature on this earth without a care and he rarely does dates. He picks and tosses. The ultimate bad boy."

"So, he is some kind of University Bad Boy of this University?" I say attempt some kind of humor but all I get is a serious stone looking face.

"Actually, he is and you're lucky if you manage to talk to him. I'm serious, the day you get him to speak to you is the day you should buy a lottery ticket. Maybe even two. Or ten."

She's funny and I think I'm slowly warming up to her.

Jasmine POV: -

"Well, where is His Majesty?"

"Right behind you" And I spin around so fast I start to feel nauseous, but I don't care because of the thought of Branon? Brainon? Brandon? having heard their conversation was much worse.

"It's the guy in the middle."

And thank God because the guy has his head turned in the other direction talking with someone from the row behind him and how the hell didn't, I noticed him before?

He basically stands out even from behind and he is SOOO tall. He has designer clothes that are tight in all the right places and I can see that he has styled his hair for what seems like hours and put soma. Gel, on it and it looks so spiky but yet so soft. I can also see that he is seriously muscular. If this is him from behind, then what is he like from the front? How couldn't I have noticed him before? But Sammy is right. Just from his clothes he glows the words Bad and Boy.

"Jasmine stop staring and concentrate on the text I've given you!"

Heng's voice echoes throughout the classroom and my cheeks turn crimson red as I jump out of my seat and quickly turn to my assignment while the entire class tries to stifle their laughter. And they don't succeed.

Oh, NOW he is back after being absent almost the entire lesson AND he calls out my name! My name in front of everyone and not only that but also the entire class caught me looking at someone behind me. If. Branon? Brandon? is as famous as Sammy says he is then everyone knows who I had been obviously staring at.

I look to my left and see that Aldrete guy glaring at me together with another dude sitting beside him. Now I know what writers mean when they write "If looks can kill, I would be so dead by now" because they're looking at me like I've just insulted their mother. I start to feel really nervous, and I have a bad feeling about this. This is not how I imagined things would go.

It

All the while Sammy has been silently laughing with an amused expression. What's even worse is that Heng is doing the same but is making it more obvious. Way. More. Obvious.

I hate this fucking teacher.

The rest of the lesson is less embarrassing and after I look at my schedule, I see that I have Heng in English, Math. So, I'm going to have this exact class and that exact same teacher in three subjects. Two of them I have three times a week each. Fuck. When the lesson ends, I quickly get the hell out of there completely not hearing Sammy calling my name because of my loud music.

The day goes smoothly and then it's lunch. I take one look at the food, and I want to throw up. I look around in the cafeteria and notice John and Alex sitting in their own groups clearly having made friends already. There were times where I could have just walked over to one of them and started talking but not anymore.

Flashes of the night from Tommy's party starts to manifest and I could hear the screams and the laughter and....

"JASMINE!" I jump and turn around immediately and see Sammy waving her hand while the entire cafeteria is watching. Grateful for snapping me out of those haunting memories but still embarrassed beyond belief I walk over to her. Seriously does have a secret competition on "Who can make the new kid's face reddest?" because it's freaking working.

Sammy is sitting with a redheaded girl and a pale girl. Oh no... now I have to socialize. I take off my earbuds and sit down next to Sammy.

"Hi" I mumble.

Thankfully Sammy, always my savior, takes over.

"Guys this is Jasmine she's new. Jasmine this is Ashly and Clare." she introduces and points.

The redheaded girl Clare smiles at me and says:

"Hi Jasmine, Sammy talked about you. I'm so sorry about what happened with Heng but." She didn't get any further because the pale girl Ashly opens her mouth totally interrupting her.

"I'm sweet but I am not single."

My blood is starting to run cold, and my eyes widen because has Ashly already figured it out? The secret only my family know about and maybe thought that I was interested in him.

But maybe her parents don't have anything against being in relationship? I mean the most popular guy in the school. But Clare and Sammy just start laughing. Sammy explains:

"Sorry Jasmine it's just that Ashly boyfriend is really possessive and to avoid trouble Ashly lets everyone new know that she is taken. Her boyfriend is seriously scary and if he sees Ashly talking to someone new especially if it's a guy or even girl sometimes...he takes them to a corner to have a little chat."

"Y-you are in relationship?" I ask Ashly.

"Yes, I am, and my boyfriend's name is Alexander. He sits at the first table from that door. Third seat to the right" Ashly answers and points.

Over there seven people are sitting and eating and..wait a minute isn't that?..

"Sammy isn't that the popular guy you told me about in English?" I ask.

"Yes, Alexander is best friends with Mr Popular. Him and two other People: Elven and Nia, and three other boys: Mork , Kan and Team. Kan and Team are a couple and we all have our suspicions about Elven and Nia but nothing is confirmed. Mark is single and Alexander is with Ashly" Sammy answers.

Wow a lot of people here aren't heterosexual and they are fine to be in relationship even they are young. That's kind of comforting because it wasn't like that at my school but maybe here, I don't have to hide who I really am.

Again, The King has his back turned against me so I can't see his face and I can't help the next question that comes out of my big mouth.

"Is His Highness single?" Everyone at the table laughs and I blush. If it's about the question or the nickname I'll never know. Ashly answers while still laughing.

"No, the king has no queen and I doubt he will. He has never gone further than the first date then he just tosses and swipes Right to the next person. He rarely even does that. Dates I mean. You really have to be interesting if he goes on one date with you but no more than that. And he's never had a legitimate girlfriend but that doesn't stop people from trying."

"Oh." I answer at the same time as the Group of Seven walk out of the cafeteria with their backs turned towards me.

What a douche.

I hate players more than anything because it's like they don't realize what they're doing when they practically hold someone else's heart in their hands and the next thing they do is break it. The thing about breaking a thing is that it will never be completely repaired. For example, if you break a glass and then start glueing all the pieces together you'll still be able to see cracks everywhere. It can never go back to being a flat smooth surface.

I can't use only happen with love or crushes but also with other things. I learned that the hard way. My stomach starts to flip, and I start to breath faster. I try to calm down and turn to look around in the cafeteria.

Conveniently that's when I spot her in all her evil glory. Jia Baycort. I will never be able to forget that face. The face that destroyed everything. She goes here?! Oh yeah she did say she isn't from the area when we were in America! Thankfully she hasn't spotted me and I sneak a glance at Alex who also hasn't seen her. But then she turns her head and looks straight at me with surprise and then she starts smirking.

I need to get out of here because everything is starting to spin. I quickly plug in my earbuds hoping music will help and then stand up starting to speed out of here.

"Jasmine are you okay? Where are you going?" I don't even know who asks that and they probably think I'm a total freak by now, but I don't care because I really need to escape.