Chapter 12 - TWELVE
- HAZEL -
I yawned, laying on my bed. It’s afternoon and I have a class in thirty minutes but I don’t want to go. I don’t want to have to sit in class and watch the ’hot’ professor I had sex with teach.
That’s another form of torture because this time, I won’t be there alone. I’ll be with her, Kate, and the last thing I want is to mix up the glances he’ll pass my way because of her, glances not directed at me of course. Plus, Kate won’t be so drunk anymore, she’ll be sober and sober Kate asks a lot more questions than drunk Kate. I groaned and buried my head in my pillow. Or a pillow on my head, it’s literally the same thing, just this time, the pillow is actually on my head, burying my head.
I groaned. My frustration is forcing me to have a logical explanation for things I normally wouldn’t think about twice.
"You good, new girl?" Jasmine, my roommate asks. How do I even talk to someone about my situation without feeling like a bad person?
I can always use other people as references though and she won’t have to know it’s me.
I shifted the pillow up to reveal my mouth without taking it off my face. "Nope. In all honesty, not at all." I lifted the pillow off my face and sat up to face her. Jasmine looks concerned. Shockingly concerned. At this point, I don’t know if she just wants some gossip or is actually into how I feel but I know I want to rant. I have no one to rant to and what are the chances of Jasmine ever knowing my bestie and professor?
None.
"Want to talk about it?" She asks, spinning a ball on a finger. How she does that still amazes me. If I hold something with one finger, it’ll fall, talk less of rotating it. "I’ll do anything to skip practice." She added. She has a half grin on her face. Jasmine is dressed in a baggy red and white sleeveless sweater vest, with a black, long sleeve, inner shirt and black cargo pants. She’s putting on white sneakers and has a black bag with silver decoration hanging over one shoulder. I freaking love her style. It’s messy yet adorable, although I’m sure she won’t want to be told the latter.
"To be honest," I started, locking eyes with her. "I won’t mind a rant." I chuckled, frustrated by my situation. Jasmine did too. I just noticed her piercing teeth ring. Sweet.
"I’m with you on this one. I guess coach won’t mind if I sit this one out." She threw her bag on her bed and pushed her short hair backwards. It fell to the sides of her face. Her hair looks so fluffy. I just want to dip my hand through it.