To say I was surprised that Jasmine spoke to me in school, willing of all things, would be an understatement. I was certain that I was imagining the whole encounter - until I realized that she was asking me to come over to work on the psychology assignment.

Something that it seemed both of us had forgotten about. 

I had suggested we work in my house since my mom would be working a late shift as usual - she downright refused. Something about STDs or something? I don't know. I just knew that we would be working on the project in her house, which was fine. Totally fine. 

I don't know why I was beating myself up over it. I had already been to her house a fair few times - uninvited yes, but I had entered the domain in which she lived. Hell, I had looked through her underwear drawer like a creep, so I shouldn't be freaking out over something simple like this. 

Was this what having a crush was like? Constant panic, and rapid heart beating? I thought it would be a lot more romantic - but sweating's cool too. 

'Why are you turning the tv on?' My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I watched Jasmine. She had been scouring through Netflix for the past few minutes, and I still had no idea why. 

I thought she wanted to work on the psychology project - not watch Netflix with me. Not that I minded, but I did need an A if I wanted to pass this class. 

'Because we're doing a psyche analysis,' explained Jasmine, selecting a show called Vampire Diaries, 'on the personalities of the different doppelgangers in the show.' She scrolled through the episodes until she found the first one. 'And I love Vampire Diaries. Stefan Salvotore's hot.' 

I shouldn't be feeling jealous of an imaginary character - but it was difficult not to. Especially when I had seen the pictures which were hung all around her room. It was pathetic, so instead of expressing my utter hatred for Stefan Salvotore for having Jasmine's affections, I simply rolled my eyes. 

'Keep rolling them,' she said, 'you might find your brain one day.' I groaned. Why did I even like her? She was mean. But I couldn't exactly argue with her on anything - not when my grade depended solely on her. 

She spread out the work, handing me a pencil and a notebook before starting the show. I wasn't sure what exactly she wanted me to note down, but I would be able to follow along with Jasmine, right? 

Wrong. 

Any hatred I felt towards the tv show before disappeared, and soon I was as engrossed with it as I was with the many Spanish telenovelas I watched every night. Except for this I didn't need to learn a whole new language, which was always a bonus. 

'NO!' Elena was kissing Damon! DAMON! Stefan's brother! She was such a fu - I heard a shriek from my side, and I could've gotten whiplash for how fast I turned to Jasmine. Jasmine's who's eyes were shut tightly. 

A laugh escaped my lips as I looked at her. She opened her eyes, keeping them trained on me. She crossed her arms, and while she did look annoyed, I couldn't stop myself from laughing at her. She was adorable. 

'You know, I didn't think you actually closed your eyes when they kiss,' I said, remembering what she had told me on the hike. 'It's cute.' 

An innocent comment, yet it made her face burn with color. I couldn't help but smile at her red face. If she was this red with something simple as that - I wondered how much darker her blush would be if she knew about my dreams. 

'Honestly,' I continued, tugging at her black locks, 'how are you still single?' I was surprised she hadn't snapped at me for touching my hair - maybe she was warming up to me after all. Maybe there was a possibility she liked me back. 

'I wouldn't be if you hadn't stopped me from giving the guy at the ice-cream store my number.' It was a joke. I could tell from the humor in her voice - but I wasn't just the jealous type. I was possessive. So, yeah - I didn't find the idea of her dating that dirtbag too appealing. In fact, it made me want to punch something.

More specifically, his face. Until I saw the blood dripping from his nose. 

Isaac wasn't the only violent one. I had a reputation as a bad boy for a reason. A black leather jacket and God-like looks wasn't enough. Sending someone to the hospital? That did it. 

'I think we're done now,' I said, climbing out of the couch to gather my things. Jasmine had joined me too, helping me locate the papers which we had thrown around the room as we watched practically every character die. 

She looked kind of confused. I would be too. It was such a drastic change. All the playfulness gone to be replaced with a tense atmosphere. One that neither of us liked. 

'You know,' said Jasmine, following me to the door, where I was shoving my feet into boots. 'We should watch Vampire Diaries again soon.' The tips of my lips lifted - not into a smirk, but a smile. A very rare thing for someone like me. 

And then, just as I was about to leave, I found myself reentering the house, kicking of my shoes. Jasmine sent - not a dirty look, but rather a questioning one my way. Asking why I was staying when I had been prepared to leave. 

I was asking the same question. 

'I wanted to watch Season Six,' I said, shrugging my shoulders lightly and hoping that I sounded nonchalant, like I didn't care. When it was quite the contrary and I was elated that she wanted to do something with me. 

With bucketloads of popcorn, and a few packets of salt and vinegar chips which Jasmine had a rather unfortunate taste for, we binge-watched the remainder of Vampire Diaries. Together. 

Well - kind of. Half-way through the seventh season, Jasmine fell asleep. On me. I could have pushed her off my shoulder, but she looked too cute sleeping, and it was the only time she wasn't insulting me, so I allowed her to sleep. 

And I guessed I could've left when I finished the last episode, but the couch was very comfortable, and not just because Jasmine was laying on me. Totally not. And I know I could've carried Jasmine upstairs, but she also looked comfortable, so I did sleep with Jasmine. 

Just sleep which was a new concept for me, but having crushes were too. 

And I was absolutely whipped. 

A/N: Howdy folks!

I am really sorry for the long wait with the book. I just haven't really felt up to writing - oh god that sounds weird. Ignoring that, I have finally written a chapter for the book. And I think, that Disgustingly Hers will overtake Disgustingly Cliche because I think some of the chapters were poorly written. 

And by overtake, I mean this book will give spoilers for the other one. 

Ooh, and we're getting close to the confession. The love confession. And I'll admit it, I'm just like Jasmine. I also close my eyes during kissing in movies. I'm kind of scared to watch - I would totally scream if I caught them kissing. 

I have screamed when I saw the kissing. 

And I'm happy because we got a joke this week, and I'll make sure it's a good one to make up for the writing that I haven't done over the past two weeks despite not having anything else to do. 

Read my new book too, all of the chapters are actually edited before they are posted. 

Oh, and I also really need someone to kill off as the book goes on. This is mostly as courtesy, I'm pretty sure I know who I'll kill off, so just give me people not to kill. Should be easy, right? 

Just one quick thing I have to add. It's my birthday next week. 

Yipee!

Now, for the joke... *cue evil laughter

What's the difference between a job and a wife?

Now you ask why.

A job still sucks after ten years. 

That joke makes up for my not writing, right?

If you don't find it funny - I pity you. 

And for those of you who think I'm being mean, I'm sorry. For me, funny and mean are practically synonymous.

My family doesn't like me much. 

I do have much edgier jokes - but those should not be posted online, because I really don't want my book to get put down.

Hope I gain your forgiveness. 

Changed the joke - I messed it up.