Jasmine's POV
My heart almost jumps out of my mouth the moment the phone in my hand starts vibrating aggressively.
The name Chloe with a red heart flashing.
Fuck.
He's startled too. I can tell with his wide eyes which is later replaced with furrowed brows. Then he snatches his phone from me, storming out of the kitchen.
What just happened?
No…. What almost happened?
My mind tries to process everything before I'm reminded that I'm still in the kitchen. Still glued on the same spot.
Running a hand through my hair, I inhale sharply before walking out of the kitchen, praying to not run into him.
I can't face him.
Thankfully, the hallway is free except for the strong smell of alcohol and weed. Scrunching my nose, I dash into my room, banging my door shut. I shut my eyes tightly in a futile attempt to steady my rapid heart beat.
'Don't think of it'
My subconscious warns. When it feels like I'm slowly getting back, I hear his annoyed voice on the other side of the wall.
"There's no one besides you. Why do you keep thinking I'm cheating?"
He seems to be on a call. Hearing his voice right now is the least of things I need, but I can't help it when the wall isn't sound proof. It's not like I intend to eavesdrop.
"How am I supposed to know it's a girl?" His voice sounds strained, loosing every trace of alcohol from it.
"It's too late, babe"
Babe? His girlfriend from earlier… Her name is Chloe.
I don't want to hear any more of this. I grab one of my pillows and try using to to cover my ears.
"Stop fucking acting like you own me" He growls and I realize how useless this pillow is. Then the next thing I hear is something smashing on the wall, followed by many more clattering and shattering.
Shit.
I'm not sure of what's going on in his room now, but one thing I'm sure of is that I won't be getting any sleep tonight.
.....................….
I had woken up with a headache this morning which made me eventually late for class. I have never been late to any class. In fact, I always come before most of the students.
Bella kept teasing me on how my walls are slowly breaking. If only she knew whose fault it was.
Thank goodness I didn't see him today. I haven't been able to process what happened last night. Everything.
What confuses me more isn't that he leaned in, I understand that he was drunk, but why didn't I move?
Why didn't I stop him?
Jeez. And last night's call?
If Chloe is the girlfriend that invaded the apartment earlier, what type of conversation was that? I know I've only dated once in my life and it's something I'll live to regret, but I'm sure people that are in a relationship don't talk to each other that way.
He sounded so…. I can't even name it, and what is undeniably him thrashing his room that followed after the call, I don't understand.
I've always felt that something was off between him and his girlfriend and last night only proved it. Then why can't he just end things?
Why am I even thinking of this when it's clearly not my business?
"Back to earth, babe" Bella snaps her fingers in front of me.
"Sorry" I whisper, blinking instantly.
"What's wrong? You've been chewing on that fry for thirty seconds."
"Nothing"
"No. I'm not buying that. Plus you haven't explained why you came to class late and what's with the eyes bags?" She narrows her eyes, examining me.
"Just tired" I shrug.
Bella leans forward, and I immediately force a smile, changing the subject.
"Didn't you say Nichole was supposed to meet us here?"
"He had practice" She groans before adding,
"I wonder how it's going to be when we finally date. Rugby players are always busy, with annoyingly tight schedules"
Is that why I didn't see Xavier this morning?
Fuck. Why am I even thinking of him?
"You are lost again, Jas. Are you okay?" She asks, the concern in her voice is heavy.
Before I can respond, she asks,
"Have you been thinking about your mom?"
My breath ceases for a moment. I stare down at my fries, trying to think of an answer.
"I'm sorry for bringing her up but I want to know how you feel. Have you been able to find her?"
I take a deep breath before answering.
"No" I shake my head.
"Do you still want to. You know since we are…."
"I've made up my mind Bella. I don't want to." I dart my eyes away from her. It's been years, yet it still hurts so much.
"Ever" I add with finalty.
She's never coming back anyways.
I can tell she is struggling with what she wants to say but I don't probe her. Instead, I take a sip from my drink.
"We are in the same city as her"
"People leave and I have moved on." I try to lie, but I'm not sure who I'm convincing here. Her or me.
Bella sighs.
"So…about the roommate. You haven't told me who it is" she chirps and I'm guessing this is her way of switching topics to lighten the mood, but it doesn't.
"It's not important"
"Common. Do I know this person?"
"No" I lie.
"Give me a name atleast. Has this person spoken to you?"
"I don't know. He keeps to himself" I shrug.
"He?" Bella squeals, wiggling her brows and I immediately regret my answe. I thought I was careful enough.
"So you are living with a guy" She grins, pulling her chair closer to me.
I roll my eyes, filling my mouth with more fries and chewing as slow as possible.
"Is he hot? Does he still bring girls over? Wait….did he fuck someone recently?"
Jeez. Someone should save me please.
A notification sounds on her phone.
"Crap. I need to go see Mrs Andrea now. She wants me to redo my assignment."
"Mrs Andrea? I thought we agreed to avoid her traps" I taunt.
"Well yeah. Shits happen."
She stands, gulping the rest of her drink before stopping abruptly, her eyes widening behind me.
I quirk my brow, about to turn around but she stops me.
"Don't turn around" She whispers, eyes still fixed behind me.
"Why?"
"Xavier Alexander is walking towards us."
What!