Jazmine walks down the sidewalk with Mia and Peyton on her side. As usual, the two were nearly talking over each other. Peyton's phone was in hand and as gossip pours into her phone, she spewed it out through her mouth. Mia on the other hand could not stop planning various events throughout the campus. Jazmine's father had been sure to send her a boatload of extra money to open a few more facilities including a large colosseum. Mia has taken on the role like a boss, consistently running through different ideas. Unfortunately, the two talk so much that she could barely get a word in inchwise.

"Hello? Jazmine are you even listening?" Mia stops and turns to Jazmine with a hand on her hip, "You haven't said a word about anything!"

"You guys haven't let me say a word!" Jazmine protests with a laugh, "Plus these braids are kind of restricting blood flow to my brain."

"Aww, but they look so adorable! I told you you would look hot in them." Peyton smiles, snapping a picture of Jazmine to put on her instagram.

"Seriously Jazz, you look like a knockout," Mia smiles, "And that dress you bought at P and Kay's is absolutely stunning. It doesn't hug too much, but it shows just the perfect amount of skin not to be skimpy. Plus the red color looks great against your milk chocolate skin."

"Thanks guys," Jazmine laughs, "And Mia, just to prove I was listening, go ahead and put together the school summer olympics. I think it would be fun!"

"Oooh! I am so tweeting this right now! I'm going to head over to the Nerd hangout and see if I can find Nishan. I'm sure he can whip up an awesome trailer! Toodles!" Peyton waves, spinning on her heels.

"What about you?" Jazmine asks, turning to Mia, "Where are you gonna go?"

"To find Julian. If anyone knows anything about sports, it's that guy. He's absolutely insane with this stuff. I wonder if I can add in a cheerleading segment!"

"Mia, cheerleaders don't go to the olympics. What about gymnastics? You tumble right?" Jazmine raises her eyebrow.

"Oh please. I'm practically the only one on the team. Do you really think I will be able to pull together an entire team to represent our school? Uh, no. Gymnastics won't do. Guess I'll have to settle for the gross stuff." Mia shrugs.

"What about Shane? He's great isn't he? I mean, he did come from our favorite rival school."

"He'll be too afraid to ruin his new hairdo," Mia rolls her eyes, "I swear he has no class. Forget it Jay. Okay, I'm out of here. I'll see you at the lunch in tonight?"

"Yeah, I'll be there. Can't have a campfire without the one who built it!" Jazmine laughs. Mia laughs with her, giving her a hug before waving goodbye. Jazmine pulls out her phone and looks at the time. It was almost four o'clock which means the sun will be setting soon. Jazmine looks around at the park they had all stumble into. It was about a ten minute walk back to school from here, but instead she goes in the other direction. She likes to take walks to clear her head.

Jazmine unlocks her phone, and hits shuffle on her music playlist. The first song to come up is Billie Jean by Michael Jackson. Jazmine smiles as she parades the empty park, dancing along to her favorite song. With no one else around and having a pretty decent voice herself, Jazmine sings along to the song. It was no shock to anyone that Jazmine could dance. She had been dancing since she could walk, hip hop being her specialty. Michael Jackson had been one of her models when she was younger. She loved how smooth and flawless he danced.

As she dances down the street, singing to her hearts content, she closes her eyes, letting the music take her away. But just as happy as she comes, she is quickly brought back by the sound of a ball bouncing in front of her.

"Look out!" A voice calls, and Jazmine immediately jumps to the side. Jazmine looks up to see where the voice was coming from and she groans as Max, Mia's older brother, speeds past her to grab his ball. He had barely noticed she who was, and almost seemed as if he was going to ignore her. Out of courtesy, he figures he should at least turn around to see who the babe was that he had been watching dance.

"Jazmine?" Max says quietly, his eyes going wide.

"That could have hit me!" Jazmine fumes, "Are there not courts on your side of town? What the heck are you doing all the way out here?"

"I was uh," Max stutters, but for whatever reason, he finds himself a little tongue tied. The sun had started to set, but his eyes were focused on Jazmine. The light hit her just perfectly and he has never seen her more gorgeous than she is now. He had never noticed how the sun makes her dark brown eyes look like fire, or how cute of a nose she had.

"Max, are you okay?" Jazmine asks, losing her annoyance and now looking a bit more worried, "Your cheeks are turning red."

"Oh, it's just the sun," Max laughs nervously as he looks away towards the sun, "Are you hurt?"

Jazmine raises her eyebrows and examines herself, "I mean, I feel like I'm still in one piece. I guess I should be glad you told me to watch out. My music was a little loud, I almost didn't hear you."

"Yeah, that was Michael Jackson right?" Max says pointing to her phone, "I could hear it from where I was tossing the ball around."

"Yeah it was," Jazmine smiles, "I really admired his music and dancing. I always used to try to mimic his movements and eventually I just developed a more feminine version of his dancing."

"I could tell," Max says and then blushes, realizing what he had just said.

"What?" Jazmine looks up at him, turning her attention away from the sunset.

"Nothing," Max shakes his head quickly, "Look preppy, I gotta jet."

"Preppy? That's a new one. Come up with that one on your own?" Jazmine scoffs.

"Hey, every pretty girl should have a nickname that suits them," Max winks, finding his romantic charm. Jazmine is taken slightly aback, wondering if she had imagined what she had just heard. But before she could respond, Max was already backing away.

"Tell my dear little sis my dad wants to talk to her. See ya round preppy," Max walks backwards on his heels so he can look her over once more. Eventually his spins on his heels, bouncing his basketball as he walks away.

Jazmine watches him leave, holding her phone in her hand. What had just happened? Had he seriously just complemented her? Jazmine's mind was pretty much blank. She had no idea what to think. Should she tell her friends? Well no, that wouldn't do any good. Mia would probably blow a gasket and who knows what Peyton will think. Without another thought, Jazmine heads back towards her school.

Jazmine walks back to her school in silence. She couldn't possibly sing another note without hearing Max's voice ring in her head. She has never heard Max call her pretty before. Maybe she imagined the whole thing. Regardless of what she saw or what she heard, she had to forget about it for now. Jazmine shrugs it off and continues to walk back to her school, Max's voice replaying in her mind.

Max sits on the bleachers with his elbows on his knees as he thinks. He can hear the assembly going on around him, but isn't focusing on any of them. Since he left, he couldn't get Jazmine's face out of his mind. He had never really thought of her as attractive, but now that he recalls every memory he has of her, she is beautiful in every single last one. Especially when she was angry. But of all girls, why her? He could pretty much have any girl he wanted, yet she stuck out to him. Maybe it was the fact that she has never chased hm, or maybe because she always ends up being nice to him no matter how mean he is to her. She was so different than any other girl he had ever met. It was fascinating. Intriguing even. If he could just—

"Max!" Kara finally shouts as the cheerleaders finish their cheer. He had forgotten that as they finished spelling his name, he was supposed to go out there and join the rest of his team already on the field. Max gets up and puts his award winning smile on his face. He trudges down the bleachers waving to a school full of fans. They chant his name as he heads to the field and his father smiles down at him. As he approaches, his father drapes his arm over Max's shoulder.

"My son! He will lead us to victory! This school has made me so proud and even our rivals will not be able to take us down. Together, we will rise again and this school will make history! To my son Max as he leads our sports department down the path of righteousness!" His father cheers.

The crowd erupts in cheers, but as Max scans the crowd he can spot a few that just aren't as enthusiastic.

Jazmine sure has cast a spell on all of us, Max thinks, She may have just put a spell on me.