Part 2: Jasmine

Sara and I sat down at the front of the class, far away from Cooper and Nick’s insanity. Sara was giving a look. Oh no. “Why are you giving me that look? Of all the looks you could possibly give me! Ugh,” I complained to Sara.

“I’m just… not buying this advantage nonsense.” she replied.

“So? You don’t need to give me the oh, do you have a massive crush on him that you’ve been hiding from me look,” I retaliated.

Sara laughed, raising her hands in surrender: “Okay, you got me”

We both giggled at her gesture.

“Back to seriousness, you’re being ridiculous. I do not have a crush on Nick.” I confessed.

She furrowed her brow: “No, you don’t.”

“Then, what are you on about?” I asked.

“Um, let me think about it… oh yeah your massive crush on Cooper,” she exclaimed.

I gasped. Why did she think this? We’re enemies. It can’t be possible.

“Nope. Never. Not a chance. Non. Nein. No. Just, no!” I panicked.

Sara sighed. We both knew that this wasn’t going to stop until I was at home, bowl of ice cream in hand, and a Marvel film playing on the TV.

The walk to the gate was blurry: mainly because Sara was trying and failing to explain one of the fan fictions she was reading, but kept muddling up the events. I was saved by Bridget waving us over to where she was waiting.

“Hey guys! How are you doing?”

“Me: I’m fine. Jasmine: having a very difficult time.” Sara explained to her.

She gasped and then leaned in towards us.

“What’s the gossip?” she whispered. “You can tell me. Always.”

I laughed: “We know Bridget, you’re like a sister to me.”

She smiled and her cheeks glowed. “Awwwwwww, thanks sweetie.”

Sara looked at us like a proud- but tired- parent. Hmmm. I guess everyone has their secrets. I looked out the corner of my eye and saw Cooper staring at me. I glared at him.

Bridget waved her hand in front of my face

“Who are we waiting for?” she asked.

“No one. Let’s go!” Sara smiled.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and plugged in my headphones. The sound of First burn filled my ears. I started to sing.

“I’m watching them burn!” I sang.

Bridget joined in, and eventually so did Sara.

We sang and laughed until the front door of my house closed with a click and sat down on my sofa, smiling like there was no tomorrow.