"How is it living with the bad boy?" Jasmine asked as we walked to our first class, English, on Monday.
"It's alright, I guess. At least he's tolerable." I said admittedly.
"Awww," Jasmine said, smiling widely. "You like him. I remember how you used to talk about him before. You used to hate him."
"I didn't hate him." I said defensively.
"Okay, but you were always disgusted by him and his friends' delinquent behaviour, now you're all mushy when you talk about him."
"Mushy? I'm not." I said, shaking my head. We reached our English class and sat down in our seat. As I sat down, I turned towards Jasmine. "He kissed me last Monday." I confessed.
Jasmine's eyes widen. "He kissed you?!" She exclaimed excitedly.
"Shhh...keep your voice down." I said, looking around to see if anyone heard h
