“Now tell me again why you and Jasper were fighting?” Kyla asked as she stepped out of the dressing room, twirling in front of me the dress that she had tried on.
I paused for a moment, wracking my brain for a reason. You know what? I don’t even know anymore.
Shrugging I examined the dress before giving her a shake of my head, “The important thing is that we’ve made up.”
She nodded before turning back to the dressing room to try on a new dress, “I guess that’s better than you two fighting,” she sighed as I heard her unzipping the article of clothing, “You’re seriously another person when you’re not in speaking terms with him.”
I sighed as I crashed down on one of the chairs, playing with the paper bag that held the dress that I bought for the winter formal.
Trust me, Kyla, I know that I’m different without him.
“Has anyone asked you to the dance yet?” I inquired, lifting my head to meet the closed curtain that concealed her body.
Tristan has still been asking for my help in order to get together with Kyla. As much that he has confidence in everything else, he turns out to be nothing but shy when it comes to asking out a girl he truly likes, and in this case, we have the smitten Kyla Bailey.
“Nope,” she replied instantly, opening the curtain as she stepped out, waiting for my verdict.
Seriously, I’ve already given Tristan instructions on what she likes or some options on how to ask her, all he has to do is to act.
“Nice,” I nodded in approval at her dress. She grinned before walking back to take it off and change back into her own clothes.
“Do you think Tristan will ask me?” she sighed wistfully as I heard shuffling from her side of the curtain.
If he grows a pair, yes, he will ask you.
“Do you think Jasper will ask you?” she then asked, opening the curtain, clutching all of the clothes she had tried on, dumping them to a saleslady as she took the one that she chose to the counter.
I froze at her statement before frowning. Do I want Jasper to ask me to the dance? Yes, a thousand yes. Do I think Jasper will ask me to the dance? No.
Shaking my head as an answer to her question, she merely smirked as she handed the cashier the dress before fishing for her wallet in her purse.
The way she just smirked actually makes me fear for my sanity.
“I bet you that Jasper will ask you to the dance,” she proposed, handing the cashier her payment, “If he doesn’t, I’ll buy you anything that you want.”
With her tone of voice, I could almost picture her in a white outfit stroking her cat as she looks at me mischievously.
That made me instinctively take a step away from her. She looked at me before bursting into a fit of giggles as she took the paper bag and receipt of her dress.
“Trust me, he will ask you,” she winked, thanking the cashier before walking out of the store.
The mall was particularly busy, which was no surprise considering it was the weekend. We were a week away from the winter formal, and thank the heavens, we only had to put a few minor finishing touches on the decorations for the gym and we were good to go.
How can she be so sure when it’s pretty obvious that all Jasper wants to be is friends?
I, for one, don’t even know what I want us to be.
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Resetting Our Love
Teen Fiction"You know the good old days when we were joined at the hip? How about we just reset everything?" Jasper and Savannah. Those two has been inseparable since the day they met, they've been through everything together. Apparently, high school changed th...
