Hardin's pov
Ever since the day that Jasmine said those words to me, I felt like a part of me had become numb. As ordinary as it seemed, my pride got bruised a million times just from her words. And it hurt me more because I was beginning to feel something for her.
Like I had always thought, though in a different kind of way, Jasmine was different.
Right from the time she talked rudely to me, and challenged me back there at the cafeteria, to that day, more than a week ago. No one had ever said the things that she said to me.
Now, because of her again, my performance at lacrosse match was visibly poor that the coach had to ask me to take a day off.
She had constantly filled my mind, with her words reverberating in my head.
Suddenly, I heard the steps of someone following me and I coul
