Chapter 3

It was Sunday evening in Jasmine's dormitory, and Chazz and Atticus studied Jasmine. Chazz tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for Atticus to make up his mind. Jasmine sighed. How do these two boys think a make-over will help me be more confident? Are they down-right crazy? I still will be under Alexis's shadow, and he still won't notice me whined Jasmine's thoughts as she stood perfectly still.

"Turn around," said Atticus finally. It seemed as if it was the first word spoken for half an hour. Jasmine let out a low groan as she followed Atticus's orders. Chazz looked at the disgruntled Jasmine and blushed. He didn't know why he thought Jasmine was sexy when she was bored and aggravated, or why he was looking at her ass. He slapped his forehead.

"I got it!" yelled Atticus grabbing Jasmine by her shoulders. She thought he has such gorgeous brown eyes. They really are full of his hyper soul. She shook her head violently. Atticus turned Jasmine around to face Chazz, and Jasmine tried to break free of his grip, but Atticus being a guy who had been around Alexis and Zane for along time, did not let go.

"What are you going to do to me?" asked Jasmine, though Atticus was cute, he was beginning to scare her. Chazz thought Atticus's answer is not going to be something I need to hear, I may not be Bastion, but I do know that. Chazz couldn't help but be a little angry that Atticus has wrapped his arms around Jasmine's waist.

"Anything you want," said Atticus deviously, "but after this mission possible." He got in front of Chazz, and then looked at the spiky haired boy in black. Atticus smiled and pulled Chazz up and handed him his keys.

"What's this for?" asked Chazz. Atticus sighed and looked at Jasmine as he put an arm around her shoulder. Atticus thought this time, I will hook Chazz up, but I think Jasmine is a good match. Atticus will be the matchmaker for poor Chazzy. I must!

"Well that's easy," Atticus said as he pointed to Jasmine, "We are going to straighten her hair and a new outfit. Okay in bathroom get my shampoo, conditioner, blow dryer, hairspray, comb, brush, and hair straightener. Go in my closet, and there should be some of Alexis's old clothes, bring them here. Get it? Got it? Good!" Chazz rolled his eyes, of course he'd get stuck with a horrible job.

"Do I have to?" whined Chazz. He looked at Jasmine, hoping she would get him out of it, but she didn't reply. She looked more nervous than a new kid at a school.

"You want to help Jasmine or not?" said Atticus coyly. Chazz sulked of with Atticus's keys in his pocket. He looked back at his reddish-brown headed friend, who was sitting on his bed. Chazz slammed the door shut.

Chazz walked into Atticus's room in a daze. I'm just going to get all this stuff and go. Why does he have big fuzzy pillows? He has one giant-ass mirror thought Chazz as he looked around, taking in the scenery. He quickly grabbed a messenger back that was lying under Atticus's large bed. He quickly stormed into his bathroom, grabbing the things, Atticus had requested. Then he went to Atticus's closet, and looked at Alex's clothing. This is the closest I'll ever be able to touch her. He pulled down a skirt with red stripes and a white collared shirt. Chazz pulled down more of Alexis's old clothing. Chazz wondered what Alexis would look like in these clothes. It was natural curiosity. He pulled down a white dress that looked as if only an angel would wear it. Alexis is not an angel, she is, no she's not debated Chazz's self-conscience.

"Oh well," he said as he left Atticus's room and locked the dormitory up. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes, hoping not to think about Alexis anymore.

Meanwhile with Atticus and Jasmine, they sat on her bed. She looked at him wondering why he was helping her, or why didn't he just use her things. She had clothes, comb, shampoo and ECT. Atticus grinned at her and pulled her up. "Sorry, Jasmine, but I know how you feel?" he said giving her a hug. Jasmine raised an eyebrow and shook her head.

"What are you talking about? How do I feel?" Jasmine inquired. Atticus, as far as she knew, didn't have mind-reading powers. He let out a laugh like no one had ever could imagine hearing from him. Atticus flipped back his hair.

"Oh, I was talking about how you are in love with Chazzy," said Atticus. Jasmine glared at him in utter disbelief. There is no way, he could have known about that thought Jasmine. She quickly turned her head away from him.

"Why do you say that?" asked Jasmine, using a quick cover-up, and that question was a definite classic. It was something she learned from Mindy's flirting, and from how people avoided other's judgment.

"Well, most people don't help out with the Chazz and Alexis deal," said Atticus looking at his nails.

"I'm trying to help him get over her!" Jasmine screamed throwing a pillow at Atticus. He laughed harder and pushed some of Jasmine's hair away from her eyes.

"Exactly, every day you look at him, wishing my sis wasn't in your way. You want to be like Alexis, so he'll pay attention to you, right? You really wish he'd like you for you, but you think 'I'm not that girl' and so you just try to be friends with him," said Atticus simply. Jasmine's jaw dropped in shock, how could he possibly know that? She looked down at her feet.

"I'm not that girl, he could never like me," said Jasmine in reply. Atticus shook his head and turned Jasmine's face towards him. He didn't exactly know what to say, I mean he had never been in her situation before. It was time to pull on the Atticus charm and think of what he would say to Alexis.

"No, you aren't that girl," he said. Jasmine tried to hide her face in the pillow, but Atticus didn't give her much of a chance as he continued, "You're Jasmine, don't worry about him, he's a boy, he'll come around." He leaned in as to whisper something, but as he tried, Chazz entered with a giant bag.

"Sorry to interrupt," said Chazz sarcastically. Jasmine thought oh shit; he'll think something happened between me and Atticus. Damn boy. Atticus grabbed his bag and handed it to Jasmine.

"Yeah, as if anything happened. She's my sister's friend," Atticus said. Then he gave Jasmine very specific shower instructions.

"Yeah, that's true," replied Chazz, "but just don't play with Jasmine's emotions." He didn't know why he said that. Why do I care about her at all? She's just some girl. I mean…it's not like I like her or anything thought Chazz trying to push out all doubt. About fifteen minutes later, Jasmine entered the room from her bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her.

"Now what?" she asked Atticus. Atticus grabbed Jasmine, and blow-dried her hair till it was semi-dry and then he straightened it. Her hair was sleek and perfectly straight and calm. She looked as if a professional did her hair.

"What do you think?" asked Atticus to Chazz. Chazz looked up at Jasmine. She looks good and really sexy. Did I just think that? I'm going crazy…This is a bad dream that I'll wake up from by Ojama's constant begging for food thought Chazz. He shrugged and looked away.

"It's okay," said Chazz. Both Atticus and Jasmine scowled. Atticus said mentally I wish he wasn't so stubborn and negative. What a horrible combo! Atticus pulled out some of Alexis's old clothes, until he found the white angelic dress.

"Bingo!" he said as he tossed it to Jasmine. Jasmine went to get dressed back in the bathroom.

"What is your problem?" asked Atticus slapping Chazz on the back of the head while Jasmine was getting dressed. Chazz looked pissed off. What was Atticus's deal?

"What?" demanded the confused Chazz. Atticus rolled his eyes, and slapped Chazz again.

"Easy, we are trying to give her confidence, not bring her down, dumbass," said Atticus angrily, "Unless, you don't want her to have self-esteem or confidence. Whatever floats your boat," replied Atticus sassily, as he looked at his hair in Jasmine's mirror.

"Okay, fine, I'm sorry," snapped Chazz, "are you happy now?"

"No, you need to apologize to Jasmine, you dumb little…" Atticus cut off there as Jasmine re-entered the room. The dress came to her knees and showed off her upper body. It had spaghetti straps with a bow in the back around her waist.

"What do you think?" asked Jasmine turning around.

"Wow, you look drop-dead sexy," said Atticus. He looked proud and thought I did a fantastic job.

"What about you? What do you think, Chazz?" asked Jasmine with hope in her voice. She felt gorgeous in the dress with her straight hair. Now, it was time for Chazz's approval. Chazz looked up, his eyes wide. Jasmine really did look amazing, but he didn't know if he could say it. She never did look better; it was as if she evolved from a caterpillar to a butterfly in a sense.

"You look beautiful," Chazz said honestly. A smile beamed across Jasmine's face. It was something she never expected to hear, but she was glad she heard it.

"Thanks, you two," she said giving them a hug. Atticus got a call on his cell phone.

"Well, I have to go," Atticus said and then turned to Jasmine, "You aren't that girl, but you're about to give her a run from her money." He left the room, and Chazz soon had no idea what he was supposed to do now, but he wanted to know what Atticus meant when he was talking about Jasmine not being that girl. Was it a secret code or something? He thought of what Jasmine was going to put him through next.

Mew Kazurinu: Wow that took awhile to write

Atticus: Yay!!! I was in it! How did you know what was in my bathroom?

Mew Kazurinu: O.o okay then…..

Atticus: I love this chapter, proof I am amazing, and good with pep talks.

Mew Kazurinu: This fanfic isn't about you!!! .