Enemies with the bad boy (Complete)

Chapter Six - I have better things to do...

Cody 

I had sneaked away from everyone, well not sneaked, more like walked away without a word. I would be back soon. I was searching for something. I was curious if our den we made all those years ago was still there. It probably wouldn’t be, but I would find out. I knew where I was going, Jasmine and I knew these woods better than most. I walked for about twenty minutes and finally found what used to be our special place. 

I used the torch on my phone and surprised it was still there. The condition had declined of it, but it was still there. I turned my phone to the large oak tree, smiling when I saw it. Our initials were on it, and a little hear around it, and below it read BFF. Who knew when we wrote that we would be where we are now, barley even being civil to each other? It was all a little sad. I didn’t think anything would get between Jasmine and me. We had been through a lot together. 

There was no one to blame for it, only me. I broke us. I broke our friendship, our bond, our trust, and all because I was hurting. But hurt can do strange things to people, and for me, it turned me into a complete douche. I lost Jasmine, and it was my own fault. I can’t change things now. We are beyond that. I snapped a couple of photos before turning to head back. 

“Dude, where were you?” Kevin asked as I arrived back. 

“I went a walk,” I said, “What did I miss, anything exciting?” I added, laughing. 

“Just the usual,” He laughed.

“I am heading home; does anyone need a ride?” Jasmine asked. 

“No, we are all good,” Becky smiled, “See you tomorrow?” She added. 

“Yes, see you tomorrow,” Jasmine said. 

As she said her goodbyes, I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do. Stay or go? I could get a ride back with someone else, but I don’t how it worked with me staying with Jasmine. Do I have the same curfew? My mother tries to give me one, but it was pointless because I don’t listen to her anyway. 

“Can I get a ride back with you?” I asked. 

“Um, sure,” Jasmine said, surprised. 

I said my goodbyes too, and we got into Jasmine’s car. She wasn’t saying anything to me as we got on the road back to hers. I swiped through the photos I took of our den and the tree. 

“It is still there. It is not in excellent condition, but still surviving,” I said. 

“What are you talking about?” Jasmine asked, slightly confused. 

“Our den, it is still there, and so are the carvings in the tree,” I said. 

“Is that where you disappeared to?” She asked. 

“Yes, thinking about it got me curious,” I chuckled. 

“I am surprised it is still there,” She said, “We haven’t been there in about four or five years,” She added. 

“I know, I thought it would be completely gone by now, the den, not the carvings because they will be there forever unless they cut the tree down,” I said. 

Jasmine smiled and nodded but didn’t say anything else. I got the feeling that she did not want to talk about it anymore. I can’t blame her. I don’t want to continue talking about either. We drove the rest of the way in silence. 

The moment she parked the car, I got out and headed in. Jasmine came in after me. 

“Do you want a sandwich?” She asked. 

“Um, yeah, sure,” I said. 

I was a little taken back that she asked. Jasmine giggled, going into the kitchen. I hesitantly follow behind her. She was taking everything out that she needed. 

“Cheese and tomato salad, alright?” She asked, looking up me. 

“Hmm, yes,” I said. 

“Don’t look so surprised. I am only offering you a sandwich, nothing more,” Jasmine said, shaking her head. 

I chuckled, taking a seat and offered to help, but she told me no. I sat and kept my mouth shut as she made them. I learned many years ago not to disturb her when she was making sandwiches. She was very particular when making them like it was some sort of art. I found it weird, but I didn’t mention that to her. 

It took her longer than average to make a sandwich. Ten minutes later, she was finally sliding a plate my way. Yes, ten minutes to make a cheese and tomato salad sandwich. 

“Thank you, Miss perfectionist,” I smirked. 

“Shut up and eat your sandwich,” She giggled. 

It would seem we are being nice to each other, for the moment. I will play along. There is no point in trying to start any drama. I am sure it is a fluke, and when tomorrow comes, it will be back too typical. I waited until she made her and sat down with me before I started. 

“I took photos,” I said, “Of the den and tree,” I added softly. 

“You did? Why?” She asked. 

“I don’t know, memories maybe,” I shrugged. 

“Can I see them?” She asked. 

I nodded, taking my phone. I unlocked it, going into my photos and sliding it across to her. She picked it up and began looking through them. I see a small smile on her lips as she did. I think she was enjoying reminiscing for a moment. 

“I can’t believe it is mostly still standing,” She smiled. 

“I know, I was surprised too,” I said. 

Jasmine left out a sigh and passed my phone back to me. She turned away from me, eating her sandwich. I sighed too, doing the same. An awkwardness had fallen between us again. 

“I am going to my room. Goodnight, Cody,” Jasmine said. 

She grabbed her plate, a bottle of water and headed out. 

“Night, Jas,” I called after her. 

Jas? I haven’t called her than in years. That was always my nickname for her. No one else was allowed to use it, only me. I shook my head, not feeling hungry now. I tossed the rest of the sandwich in the bin and headed to my room. 

I walked by Jasmine’s room, and it was tempting to knock, but I changed my mind. I went to my room, closing the door behind me. I stripped down, getting settled in my bed. 

I looked through my phone, well one folder. It was photos of Jasmine and me. It was a locked folder, hid away from everything else. I have tried deleting it a hundred times, but I couldn’t. It was all I had left. 

What the hell is wrong with me tonight? I shouldn’t be giving a f**k like this! I groaned, tossing my phone away. It was a stupid idea for me to go and see those things tonight. It was what started all of this. 

I need to get the past out of my head. I have better things to do with my time. Tomorrow was a new day and trust me, it will be nothing like today. I will make sure of that.