Jasmine POV
"It was fun. We kissed, and I almost let him deflowered me until my mom's voices started playing in my head." She giggled.
Cheyenne has been here since I came back from my morning run. I found her in her car, which was parked right in front of my home, waiting with Mr. Paul, her personal driver or guard I don't even know. She donned a red sweater dress and knee-length boots, looking stylish and pretty, as usual.
While she talked and I listened, I was plugging out cereal from its box and tossing them into my mouth.
"My school is the delay; if not, we would be getting done with it." She crowed, brimming with glee next to me by the kitchen counter.
"Get done with what? deflowering you?" I sarcastically rolled my eyes, and she snorted.
"Well, yes, but silly, I mean marriag
