Okay, it was getting to the point now where Jasmine thought she might scream. There was some bitch named Caterin that was stealing her best friend, and lover away from her. She was just a little pissed off. No, more like fucking angry.
Once again Jasmine was typing away on the internet. It was on some poetry website where she posted her most personal thoughts. Except those about Talena because Talena wrote on the site too. They read eachothers work and commented, so Jasmine was careful not to put anything too personal.
Then she noticed a new poet, and decided she would read thier poem. Something about it caught her eye and she read a couple more. Then checked out her information. She was sarcastic, and sassy, with a little bit of spark to her creepy personality. A raver who wanted to dye her hair pink and who smoked and spoke funny shit in her bio. Jasmine noticed her AIM name and added it to her buddy list.
(I wonder what she is like…wait….that AIM name looks familiar.) Jasmine eyed the name a little more, and thought about it.
“Hey.” -Jasmine
“Hi…who is this”
“My name is Jasmine I write on the poetry website.”
“hi…”
And that was how it all got struck up. Two people talking over AIM. Nothing that bad, and really simple. But then it all clicked after a long conversation about this other girl’s life.
“Yea, my life sucks. I live in a hellhole, and I’ve been raped. I smoke, and I wish I didn’t. It is a nasty habit, but what can I say. I’m fifteen and I’ve already been pregnant and had a miscarrage. It was my fault though. I never should have trusted the asshole….”
“Are you fucking serious! He drugged you.”
“No shit. He stuck the sleeping pills in my Dr. Pepper and when they started to work he took me right there. I tried to stop him, but I couldn’t. My body just wouldn’t work.”
Jasmine blinked at the name again…and then read the story. Talena had mentioned something about Caterin having been raped…and that was what the AIM name looked similar too. (Oh well…it probably isn’t…and even if it is, she is so different. I don’t know if I could call this girl a bitch, or still hate her even if it was Caterin)
“where do you live?”
“Colorado….”
“Is your name Caterin?”
“holly shit…who is this?”
“this is Jasmine, you know, Talena’s friend.”
“Oh…hi”
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And that was how they met. Most of the conversations after that were meaningless, but they talked a lot. A couple nights later Caterin was on and Jasmine started typing to her.
“Jasmine, I don’t know what to do. I want to kill myself.” Jasmine shook her head and reread the sentence.
“Caterin are you okay?”
“No.”
“Give me your number I’ll call you.”
It was almost 11 at night when Jasmine dialed her number. Her hands were shaking and she was a little perturbed, but she called.
“Is Caterin there?”
“Hi.”
“This is Jasmine.”
“I know.”
They spent nine hours talking over the phone. Jasmine watched the sun rise, and listened to Caterin. She had such a pretty voice, and she was so smart.
“Hey Caterin, I have a question…Has Talena ever…I know this sounds wierd…nm.”
“NO, tell me Jasmine. What is it?”
“Has she ever, hit on you?”
“Yea, but I don’t like her that way.” Caterin’s voice waverd. “Why Jasmine? Is something wrong?”
“No…well…I don’t know if I should..I haven’t ever told anyone.” Caterin urged her on. “We’ve done things. But she toys with me, and she used you to make me jealous. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not….”
“We have too much in common, and I just wouldn’t do that. I’m bi, but we’re just friends…and she what?! She used me?! How?” Caterin asked slight curiosity and anger in her voice.
Jasmine went on to tell how Talena had forgot to mention tidbits, like the fact that Caterin had wanted to raise the child she was pregnant with, even though it wasn’t her fault she was pregnant. And other such stories like the one of the carnaval.
“That bitch!” Caterin steemed over the phone. “I should go out with you and see what she does!” Jasmine laughed wickedly.
“She would deserve it. Trying to have both of us at the same time.” There was small pause and then Caterin spoke.
“Jasmine will you go out with me?”