"Just My Luck"

JASMINE P.O.V.-

It wasn't a surprise when Aiden sauntered up to me in the school's courtyard.

He courted her in the courtyard with grass bowing in the breeze. I magically thought of another line of poetry. Yanking open my journal I wrote it down before I forgot it. I might use that for a poem later.

"Hey, Jasmine."

"Hey, Aiden. What's going on?"

"The norm. Stressing over school. Stressing over The Band. Not much different than yesterday. Or the day before that. Or the day before that."

"Got it." Aiden played bass in a band with my older brother Jon, who played drums. Their band didn't even have a name so they just called it "The Band" and it caught on. Aiden and my brother knew each other ever since they were in diapers, so I have known Aiden for my whole life. I never really thought of him as more than anything other than my brother's friend. Well, until as of late, that is.

"So, um, Jasmine. I kinda- I just wanted to- I mean." Aiden took a deep breath and swept his pitch black hair from out of his startling blue eyes. "Jasmine, I- I really like you."

"I know."

"What?" He was taken aback by my answer.

"You've made it pretty obvious. Plus, you've been following me around all week. In fact, I have to say, you;re an awful stalker."

"How so?"

"When you followed me to the library, the librarian busted you, in front of every one, for chewing gum. Twice."

Aiden blushed.

"Then, when you followed me to that Italian restaurant, you tripped a waiter and caused food to fly everywhere."

Aiden's face turned a darker shade of red.

"Then-"

"Alright! Geez, I got it! I'm a terrible spy."

"You can say that again."

"Okay. I'm a terrible spy."

I laughed and mock-punched him in the shoulder. "Aiden, I do too."

"Hmm?"

"I like you to."

He gave me a small smile and before I knew it he was closing the gap between us, us eyes closed. I found myself mimicking his motions. I placed an arm on his shoulder as I leaned in.

Our lips were about to touch.

Suddenly, Screamo music blasted. I was so startled, I fell off the cement bench and onto the dirt. Aiden reached for his phone which was belching the punk music. His face gave a surprised look as he checked the caller ID.

"Who is it?"

"My... my ex, Trisha."

I was about to rip his head off as he pushed the Answer button.

"Trish? No, it's great to hear from you. How's Colorado? Cold? I bet! No, really? Get out!"

I sat on the ground as Aiden continued on with his conversation with the girl who he used to go out with. Who had just ruined my life. Just my luck.