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Hey guys! I'd like to just say that your guys favorite story MAY upload more infrequently mostly because I'm heading back to school. But it doesn't mean I won't upload ever! I love this story so much, and want to finish it! Mostly because we gotta find out whether it's Logan or Garrett that Jasmine's going to end up with! I just wanted to alert you guys on the matter. I will try to update every two weeks!

Also, I decided to answer some reviews so we can interact in some way! Because I wanna feel connected to the amazing people reading my story!

h0llaJess- Thanks for the birthday greeting! Really appreciate it! Concerning Jogan, I mean I'm not against steamy make out sessions...but time will tell if that will happen

Dancer1203- I know! Jogan!

Jasmine's POV

The bell echoes the , making it lunch time. I see the last of my students file out of my classroom. I hear a knock o n my door. I look to see Garrett standing in the doorway.

"Are you ready?" He asks,

"Yeah, let me just grab my bag." I inform, I collect all the paperwork, and set it on my table. I grab my back and lock my classroom.

"How was your day?" He inquires,

"It was soothing. Very quiet too!" I answer,

"I'm assuming no Logan Watson?" He adds,

"You got it!" I laugh, we exit out the side of the building into the staff parking lot. I follow Garrett to his car.

"Welcome to my humble mode of transportation!" He announces, he as a red convertible. He had the top closed, since we are at a high school. I hop into the passenger's seat as Garrett turns on the engine. He presses a button to pull the top back. He turns on the engine and we drive out.

"So where did you have in mind?" He asks,

"Well there's this place that I always pass by on the way to work. It's called 'the Silver Platter'." I recommend.

"Alright, lead the way!" he smiles, as I direct him on where to go.

We arrive at 'The Silver Platter', it is a 1960's inspired diner. They had records covering the walls, leather seats and booths. There were pictures of the Beatles, Marilyn Monroe, and Elvis Presley. A host escorted us to a round booth in the diner. Garrett sits across from me, and the host hands us our menus.

"Man, this is pretty sixties." he laughs, and I return with a smile. We take a moment to search for our meal in the menu. "So, what are you gonna get?"

"Probably a Chef's Special, what about you?" I ask,

"A good ole fashion burger and fries and a chocolate milkshake." he says with satisfaction. The waitress approaches us with glasses of water and takes out orders along with the menus.

"So tell my me more about the Watson family? I mean, Lindy seems to be a little depressed about it." I begin, sipping my water.

"Their father is a handyman that works at 'Phil's Fix It'. Their mother's infidelity was exposed when their father caught her in the act with a coworker of his. Because of the incident he quit his job there then soon after they filed a divorce separating their kids." Garrett recalls, I swirl the straw in the water.

"That sounds a little rough to take in for the kids." I add, Garrett nods his head. "Alright, segway."

"That's not how a segway works." he laughs.

"Hey I didn't know how to change the topic of conversation with a heavy topic like that!" I counter. "So tell me about family? Do you still live with your parents?" I tease, he raises a questionable eyebrow.

"Wait, you think I'm a 26 year old teacher living in my parent's house?" he restates, I nod with a goofy smile. "Uh no, I live in my own apartment. Plus my parents live up in Fort Wayne. I've got brothers and sisters."

"Do you visit them?" I ask,

"I visit on Christmas and Thanksgiving. But, I'm not close to my family that much." there was a moment of silence, "Well enough about me. Let's segway to you! Ms. MIT graduate!"

"Well!" I exagger then giggle, "I played the cello in high school. I wear contacts, and I originally wanted to be a fashion designer but my parents refused." I explain, "They said you need to follow the family's road to success! Be a dentist! Then I was like no! I ain't touching people's teeth! So I decided to be a teacher."

"Well I wouldn't even touch people teeth either. You never know what disgusting things they eat!" he agrees, the waiter delivers our food.

"Y'all enjoy." she says as she leaves.

"Let's dig in!" I smile.

"Wait! Gotta thoroughly wash my hands!" Garrett immediately runs to the restroom. I look around awaiting Garrett's return, when I see a familiar face outside the diner. It was Logan Watson, he was talking with a man across the street. Logan then hands him something in a brown bag and the man hand him the money and go their separate ways. Looks like suspicious works were going then jumps back in his seat.

"What are you looking at?" he questions,

"Oh nothing." I then see him putting a hand full of hand sanitizer on his hands. "Really?" I point out,

"Public restrooms are dirty!" he squeaks, he's so adorable.

"Okay, let's eat! I'm starving!" I say and we began eating. Garrett decided to pay for the bill, such a gentlemen. Although, I was the one who invited him, I gave the waitress a tip. We walk out the diner and it was sunny. We get back in the car.

"Ooh, it's too sunny out." He comments, "Excuse me." I nod, as he reaches into the compartment and grabs his sunglasses. I noticed when he grabbed his sunglasses, underneath it was a picture. As he was about to close it, I stop him. I reach in and grabbed the photo. It was Garrett and a beautiful woman with long brown locks.

"Is this your wife?" I question, he looks at me then to the picture.

"Uh...yeah." he answers, the picture shows his wife giving Garrett a kiss on the cheek.

"She's beautiful." I comment, "What's her name?"

"Sarah." he speaks quietly, he immediately takes the picture from me. "She probably forgot to bring the pictures we took together last week." he laughs nervously. I questioned his weird actions, but his always weird. The drive back to the school was silent, I couldn't stop thinking of what I saw at the diner. Logan exchanged something to a stranger. I couldn't really put the pieces together, but I still thought about it.

We arrived back at school just in time for fifth period to start.

"Well I'll see you later then!" Garrett gives a goodbye. Just as he was about to go his separate ways, I call him.

"Hey! tell your wife I said hey!" I say, he just grins slightly.

"I will." he shouts back and continues on his way. I quickly returned to my classroom to get ready for the next class.

The day as usual ended, meaning detention duty was coming. I wonder if Logan was going to show up again. I'd like to ask him a few questions, mostly about his ditching school in the morning. I sat at my desk awaiting an arrival. The clock struck 3:10, still no Logan. I would gladly leave, but my contract says I have to say until four o'clock with or without students. So I decided to do a little browsing. I opened up my browser and typed in my favorite clothing brands, looking for cloths. I scroll down to spot a gorgeous green top with a black skirt. I think to my accessories box. That pink stone necklace would match perfectly!

"Try to dress to impress me?" I hear someone whispering in my ear. I immediately flinch and swing my change around. Surprise, surprise it's Logan. He catches my twirling chair and hovers over me. His face was inches away from mine. "I'd just like to say that this little battle between us. Somehow got me to like you a bit." He confesses, my face feels flush. I attempt to twirl my chair but he just brings us closer. His gaze matches mine, I looked deep into the his blue eyes. As if I was looking into the sea. His eyes break our gaze and drift to my lips. He moves closer. My mind's telling me no, but my heart and body is telling me a different story. I feel his hand gently brush against my cheek. Our lips just inches probably centimeters away. I close my eyes then I hear.

"Gotcha." He whispers, then steps back. I was stunned, my face still flushed but angry. "Is that blush saying yes a crush maybe.?"

"Absolutely not!" I reject, he laughs his way to a desk and kicks his feet up on a desk.

"But how you moved in the moment tells me otherwise." He smirks, I throw him his absent worksheets.

"Take your dang paper you a-hole." I bark and sit back down frustrated.

"Feisty! It's cute." He winks and does his work. I stare him down as he does his work. This prick barges in without no alert to his own teacher.

"What were you doing across the street from the Silver Platter during noon?" I interrogate, I was curious. Maybe it was a secret business. He looks up caught guard a little.

"Uh, just chatting. Why? You jealous?" He jests, I stare him down once more.

"You guys exchanged something. What was it?" I demand, first cigarettes I should report this to the principal or the police. "I will call police."

"Alright, alright. Like I said yesterday, don't call the police." He restates, "I...drug deal on the sides to... pay my debt."

"Of all the options in the world to earn money, you turn to drug deal?" I scold,

"It makes the easiest cash." he explains,

"Pushing carts, baby sitter, grocery bagger. Those are jobs that are legal!" I freak , "I'm definitely telling the police."

"Please don't!" He pleads, "I'm willing to do anything just don't rat me out!"

"Stop dealing, and get a legal job." I emphasize, his eyes look at me with disapproval. He thought about it for a moment.

"Fine." He agrees, "But, I want a date with you." He grins.

"Wait, firstly that's a two for one deal. Which is not fair on my part. Secondly, I think I've made it clear that I'd die before I'd date you." I address, he smirks. The clock finally strikes four. Logan gets up and walks close to me.

"Like I said earlier, your expression told a different story. I do like you." He confesses again. He takes my hand in his. "I'll keep my end of the deal if you spend a little time with yours truly." I think about my job, what would be doing is illegal also.

"A tutor session, not a date." I murmur, his grin grew big.

"So it's a yes?" he smiles.

"Tutor session, not a date." I repeat myself. His grin grew to a larger smile across his face.

"Still feisty." he laughs a little, "Looking forward to it." he grabs his back and gives me one last look. He winks at me then exits the room. I feel a little blush rise in my face, what is happening to me!

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