I nodded. "Yeah Jasmine. Seriously." She sits down and pouts. I look over at Jace. "What should I do If she starts screaming again?" I asked glaring at her.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I shook my head, "When she wakes up, She'll be...horrible." I smiled. "Whatever, I'll figure something out." I looked up at him kissed him on the cheek and rested my head on his shoulder.
Jasmine looks at me. "What?" I asked annoyed. "I'm gonna tell mom." she said crossing her arms.
"Tell her what?" I smirked. She grinned, "That you kissed someone." She said.
I laughed, "Okay, Go ahead..." I couldn't stop laughing. "I really don't care."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
She smiles again, happy. "I-I'm confused." I said. "I thought you would like throw another tantrum." I smiled. She looks at Jace, "No because he's cool. Unlike you Rayah." She said looking at me. I shook my head, "Am I supposed to feel hurt? If I am I'm not feeling it." I said laughing. She pouts again. I looked at Jace, "Atleast she likes you."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I laughed. I couldn't find my gun. Where is it, I stood up, checked in my boot, my belt. Nothing. I looked up and saw Jasmine with it. I stayed calm, "J-Jace?" I said walking towards Jasmine.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Surround yourself with people who are serious about being writers, and who will tell you, ‘Hey—you can do better than this.’ Who will be critical of your work, but also supportive. And who will not be competitive in a negative way. — Isabel Quintero
