Chapter Eighteen-Siren

*Earlier that day*

"Jasmine! Hey, wait up!"

Oh no, not now.

I'm not really in the mood to talk to anyone right now.

Maybe if I continue walking they might get the hint and leave me alone?

Maybe there is another Jasmine walking down this very same corridor right now.

"Hey, I was calling out to you. Why did you not stop?" Layla says as she places a hand on my shoulder, turning me around to face her.

"Really? Sorry I did not hear you"

"It is fine. Are you okay? No offense but you look like a mess"

I am not really the poker face type of person.

Some may even call me an open book, and when I'm stressed it is written all over my face.

But what I am feeling right now is more than just mid term exam type of stress.

I guess my choice of attire is not much of any help either, with my oversized hoodie and sweatpants.

I was really hoping to blend in and get through the day, but I guess this is what it is like to have friends.