I was a creep. A perverted creep, because no normal person would be snooping in a girl's room without their knowledge. And they most definitely wouldn't be looking through her underwear drawer.

This had not been my intention. All I wanted was some answers as to why I had found Jasmine in the hospital that day. Since neither Jasmine nor my mom wanted to divulge the truth, I decided to search for it on my own.

I didn't think I would end up looking through her underwear collection. And I knew that a gentleman would close the drawer and look elsewhere, but I was no gentlemen. I was horny and I was a boy. 

'Damn Jasmine,' I mumbled, as my fingers caught on a lacy black thong. One which I doubted she ever wore before, but still made my mind wander to dark places. 'Ok, I'm keeping this one,' I murmured, stuffing it into my pocket.

Like I said before, I was a creep. 

Deciding I had done enough perverted and possibly humiliating things to last a lifetime, I closed the drawer and continued on with my search. I had to be quick. I had no idea how long Isaac and Jasmine would be at the airport - and when they returned, I didn't want to be caught snooping around in Jasmine's room.

I don't think she would take kindly to me sneaking around in her room, even more so if she knew I looked through her underwear drawer and far enough to steal one.

She might think I'm a creep, and she wouldn't exactly be too far off from the truth.

I looked around.

Jasmine had a very simple room. Beige walls. Wooden paneling for the floor. An unmade bed. It was cleaner than I expected though. Though from what I gathered, Jasmine spent most of her time in the basement downstairs, something which I doubted was healthy.

Her room wasn't plain though, because of all the unique decorations which she had added. Such as the life-size cardboard cutouts of the members of One Direction which I had found hidden all over her room. 

Or the framed pictures of some actor from the famous tv show - what was it called again - Werewolf Journals? Whatever it was, I could tell that she had a massive crush on the actor. Though I couldn't see why. I was much hotter than him.

I groaned softly, as I yielded zero results. Once again. Maybe she wasn't hiding something? Maybe I was just paranoid?

Pfftt... nah.

I walked over to her desk. 

Jasmine was a straight A student, and according to most gossipmongers at school - well on her way to becoming valedictorian. So, I wasn't surprised that her desk was a mess.

Books piled almost to the roof. Pens scattered across the table, and dozens of blunt pencils laid out on a blank sheet of paper. There were notebooks with indecipherable scribbles across them, and stray sheets of paper squeezed between books.

This was going to take a long time.

For ten minutes. Ten minutes I foraged through the books and papers which cluttered her desk. I found nothing. Except that Jasmine was a genius and I should probably ask her to tutor me for math. 

'Ah, finally,' I cried out, finding something which looked like it could give me a clue as to why she had been in the hospital that day. 

It was prescription. For medicine. 

And with it was another sheet of paper - a letter. A letter which written in - my mom's handwriting? One that Jasmine hadn't even opened much less read. 

My eyebrows knitted together as I sat down, smoothing out the wrinkles in the paper so I could read it.

'𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒥𝒶𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒, 

𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓁, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑒 - 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓅𝓈𝑒. 

𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈. 𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒, 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝑒. 

𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃. 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝒹. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓋𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒. 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒥𝒶𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒. 

𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 - 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝐸𝓁𝒾𝒿𝒶𝒽. 𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻. 𝐼 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 - 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝒶𝒹𝓋𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂. 

𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹. 

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝒥𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶.'

What the actual hell did I just read?

Jasmine was dying? Or at least in a risk of dying? Why didn't I know? No - why didn't her family know? I knew we may not be close, but she should've at least told her family. I reread the letter.

And it seemed that had been keeping this secret for a long time. 

I pulled out my phone from my pocket - the one without the underwear - and unlocked it. I scrolled through my contacts until I found Isaac - and for a few seconds, my finger hovered above the call button.

Should I call him?

I sighed softly. I shouldn't have snooped - and I definitely couldn't interfere, even if Jasmine's life was on the line. It was her business. 

I looked at the picture of Jasmine staring at me, laughing as she hugged a rather disgruntled like Isaac.

I wouldn't tell him, but at least I could lead him in the right direction.

Isaac picked up almost instantly, and he sounded very annoyed.

'What?' he snapped. 

I chose my next words carefully.

'Have a talk with my mom.' I said.

'What?' He repeated, sounding both confused and annoyed now. 

'Ask her about Jasmine,' I told him. 'Ask her about Jasmine visiting her in the hospital.' Before Isaac could say anything more, I hung up.

I probably should leave their house now. 

I've done enough snooping for this and my next lifetime. 

I didn't want to be here when Isaac realized the secrets his twin sister had been hiding, or when he threw me under the bus.

Nope - not today.

A/N: 

Still no school.

It's funny that I really have nothing to do but I still haven't cleaned my room in a week. I thought females were the hygienic species - but I guess I'm the exception. 

I have no free time so I'm just writing to fill time - but now all of you know about Jasmine's disease. By the way - Jasmine's disease was imaginary but the closest thing to it is a type of bone cancer. Don't really know what type - but whatever.

Also, read Disgustingly Cliche and my other books. Which I haven't been writing because I'm lazy and also because I have writer's block. 

Cool, right?

Anywho - I got a joke for you. 

What do you call a virgin from Alabama?

Now you ask why.

An orphan.

Registering...

Oh, and I apologize to the Alabama people (alabamen) for the jokes. Just in case they're offensive, I don't think all of you do incest. Just the majority.

Again a joke.

I have a very edgy sense of humor, most of which I can't put on Wattpad. 

But I guess - bye?