How could you?

Jasmine's Pov

Packing was always one chore I hated. not to talk of packing in haste. I tend to forget the crucial part of things when I do things in a hurry. Right now, to make matters worse for me, I have a brain-frying headache. It was as if heavy hammers were being pounded on my head.

"Maybe I should rest " I mumbled to myself before I took a seat on my bed. I was almost dozing off when my phone beeped twice. It was a message from my Dad and another from Trish. After Trish made those sly comments about wanting Kyle for a night, I dropped everything I had said before the fight and gave her five times of all ages on me—the punches, the kicks, and then kneeling on the stomach. That was enough to show her how much I was protective of my man but if not, I'd be more than willing to do more. I ended up taking her to the hospital to get her bruises properly treated and cleaned.

But so far, as far our relationship is concerned, we are fine.

"Hi, Jazz. As you know, my dorm room is too tight