Damion sat alone at a table, tapping his fingers.
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The milk rippled in its carton as he did so. It would be funny if Jasmine actually heard him tapping, heard him thinking, 'Help, I'm stranded alone in the corner of the cafeteria.' If only communication were that easy.
He sighed to himself. God, where was she? Yeah, she typically got out late from the class before lunch, but it felt a few minutes longer than usual. He looked around the room, and for a second, his eyes lit up. A girl was walking towards him, a girl with shoulder-length hair, small nose, small lips. But then he squinted harder. Nope, not her, just some girl from a lower grade. He slumped in his seat as she turned away from him and sat at another table.
In the middle of the room, the soccer team ate together, bumping elbows and laughing as they always did. And here in this remote corner of the room, Damion sat, tapping his fingers. Maybe he should join them. Maybe Jasmine forgot they were supposed to meet, and was sitting over with her friends. He almost pushed himself off the table, but then he stopped. Not worth the risk. Not worth it all. Maybe she was just really, really late. And then, if he left, maybe she'd be the one waiting for him, all alone. And she'd kill him after class.
He shook his head to himself. A few more minutes. That's all it'll take.
Jasmine King couldn’t exactly say that she was all that happy right now.
Yakubovich had decided that her maths lesson for whatever reason needed to go far past the boundaries the school bell had set. Jasmine had already completed her work, she was far past ready to just pack up her bags and leave, but because some other people weren’t quite getting things the whole class had to stay behind while the teacher finished the lesson. Which was annoying. Which was aggravating, because seriously, was Yakubovich so obsessed with Maths that she was willing to keep everyone behind just so she could get everything she possibly could out? Were the people - always the same people - seriously just unable to bite their tongues and go to a friend or a tutor or something like that? Was that one single class seriously just going out of its way to make her day as bad as possible?
She clenched her hands as she walked down the cafeteria. Whatever, she supposed. It wasn’t as if she needed to get out as quickly as possible this time around.
But still, today was supposed to be one of her social days. One of the days where she didn’t have to feel guilty about skimping on her studies. Now - because of Yakubovich - she didn’t have as much time to talk. Now - because of those asshole students in the back - she wasn’t going to be able to do as much as she wanted to.
But she could deal. She’d done it before. Eris and Rachael hadn’t minded her being late to their meeting, so whoever she was talking to today could deal as well. Who even was she supposed to meet, today? She’d forgotten to think about that. Today was Tuesday, so…
That was right, today she was meeting Damion. She smiled at that. Today was the day she was supposed to meet up with her boyfriend. Talk with him. Allow him to act all lovey-dovey with her. Admittedly, she didn’t quite feel the same way about him as he did with her, but she liked that. Admittedly, she had developed a fondness for him. A tingly feeling whenever he touched her skin. A sense of… something, whenever he complimented her. When he actually understood what she was talking about. Pride. Attraction? Admittedly, she wasn’t quite sure, but she liked it. Maybe it wasn’t quite the same as it was with… him, but still! She liked him. She definitely liked being with him.
And hey, it’s pretty great when you have a guy who’s all over you. Who basically bends himself over to make sure you like him.
Who likes you more than anyone else in this school.
Admittedly, it was pretty great.
She found him pretty quickly. Saw him tapping something on one of the cafeteria tables. She didn’t need any of the food there - she’d brought stuff from home, a surprise from her parents, apparently - and she was late enough already. She walked over to the table, hop in her step, and placed herself down right next to him.