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After a few weeks of getting to know Jasmine, I discovered that she too was really a talkative person.

Just like Sam, but a bit less annoying.

Make that a lot.

Not that I'm complaining though, after all what other choice do I have? Who else would want to be friends with the bad luck girl?

Although Jasmine's always asking why things always went wrong when I touched stuff, but I can't get myself to tell her with the fear of losing the only friend I have.

We are currently gathering our books into our lockers after the last period on Friday.

"Daisy, there's something I want to tell you." Jasmine says out of the blue.

"Okay, go ahead." I say, shutting my locker.

"No, not here. The walls have ears you know." She closes her locker too.

"Uh, what could you possibly want to tell me that's so serious?" I chuckle.

"Just let's go outside." She says, dragging my arm.

We exit the hallway.

"Hey!" Someone yells from behind us.

We turn to see who, and surprisingly, it is Blake, the fat boring guy in class, running towards us.

He stops on getting to us, breathing like he just finished a marathon race.

Boy, is he out of shape.

But what does he want?

"Hello?" Jasmine says when it seemed like it would take forever for him to catch his breath.

"Uhm, hi." He finally says.

"Hi." I reply.

"What do you want?" Jasmine asks, and with the look on her face, I can tell she isn't really interested in whatever he's about to say.

"I want to talk to you, Jasmine." He says.

"I'm listening." 

"Uhm, can we talk in private? I uh, wanna- "

"You're wasting my time. Say whatever you're going to say right here, right now." She shouts at him.

Should I be offended that he doesn't want me to know what he wants to tell Jasmine?

"Jasmine, maybe I should go." I say but she wouldn't let go of my hand.

"No. You're not going anywhere." She bluntly says.

"Okay. Uhm, i- I've been... I mean uh, I..."

"Are you just gonna say this or what?" Jasmine asks.

Why is Jasmine acting super aggressive? There's no reason she shouldn't be nice.

"I just wanted to tell you that," he looks at me. "Uhm, I wish there was something between us." Blake says.

I sigh.

Whoever taught this one to talk to girls didn't do a very good job.

But Jasmine's reply takes me totally by surprise.

"Yeah, me too." She says.

"Really? You wish there was something between us too?" Blake asks with wide eyes.

"Yes. Like a wall." 

Blake's face gradually turns red in embarrassment, then he turns and walks away from us.

"Hey! Why'd you have to shut him down like that?" I ask.

"Cause I'm not really into fat guys?"

"Really, that wasn't nice. Not one little bit. I mean, you could have let him down nicely at least." She should even be happy guys like her. I mean, look at me.

"Okay okay. Maybe I was a little too harsh."

"That wasn't little. And you have to apologize to him too."

"Okay... I will. But I gotta tell you this first."

"Tell me what?"

She takes a deep breath.

"That I think I might, uhm, have a crush on somebody."

Okay, that was unexpected.

"So that's why you were harsh to poor Blake, huh?"

"No, no. I was just a little nervous on how you would handle the news if I told you. He coming to say what he did wasn't helping matters."

"Okay, so about this guy you like... He is a guy, right?" I joke.

"Duh." Jasmine laughs.

"He's really... Hot?"

"Yeah."

"Does he go to school here?"

"Yeah."

"Wow, then tell me his name!" I say.

"Uhm, it's..."

"Come on, don't be shy. Let the cat out of the bag already!"

"I'm not shy. I just don't know how you'd react."

Then it dawns on me who it might be.

"Wait, is it Dustin?"