It was 9:54pm as they were both seated on the couch in the living room.

"What!" Jasmine exclaimed in amusement, laughing hard.
"You really said that to her?"

Christian had told her about a girl who lived next door that was crushing hard on him and confessed her feelings to him.
Christain had got home after a basketball match at the small court in their neighborhood when she had approached him. The girl was a blonde, tall and a senior in highschool . She had confessed to Christain how she had been crushing on him since the first day she saw him. He turned her down rudely, telling her she wasn't his type and could never date a blonde.

"Well yeah, i had to be honest with her you know,"
Christian said, chuckling lightly.

"Yeah I know." Jasmine nodded as her laughter died down.
"But at least, you could have said it in a way it would have hurt less,"
she said to him, as she picked a cookie from the plate and bit into it.

"Yeah whatever. At least, I told the bitch my mind." He scoffed, folding his arms.

"C'mon don't call her that." She slapped him playfully on the shoulder.
"She really loves you, so you can't blame her".

He shrugged. "well, I don't even like her, so she should keep her fucking feelings to herself." He grumbled.

"Dude." She punched him on the arm.

"Ouch!" He winced, holding his arm
"That fucking hurt."

"You know you're a real asshole," she told him putting the half cookie in her mouth.
"The day the girl you love turns you down, you're gonna feel so miserable," she said with her mouth full.

"Ewww," he said disgusted as he shoved her off. "Do you have to say that with your mouth wide open."

She rolled her eyes at him and swallowed, wiping her mouth with the back of her palm.

"Besides it's never gonna happen," he said proudly. "Just take a look at me,no girl in her right mind can resist me." He gave her a wink.

"You're crazy," she said as they both laughed.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door interrupting them.

"Who's it?" he asked.

"It's me."Christine answered in a raised tone.

"Of course, she left her keys behind again." He grumbled, a frown on his face.

Sighing deeply, "Just go and open the damn door and please be cool." Jasmine warned him calmly.

He muttered under his breath and got up, then went and opened the door.

Christine walked in without looking at him, while he kept his eyes on her back as he shut the door.

Christine was dressed in a black hoodie and ripped black jeans with black sneakers. She had tattoos all over her neck and both hands. She wore a nose ring on her crooked nose that had been damaged several times from her victory fights. Her lower lip was also pierced. She had many piercings on both ears. Her curly orange hair was in a huge mess as it was sticking out in all direction.

Christine never really cared about her appearance or what people thought and said about her. She dressed like a tom boy and acted like one but deep down, she knew she was just a lonely girl filled with pain and fear.
She never bothered to take care of her hair. Sometimes she would try and do her hair because of Jasmine's constant nagging.

"I thought you weren't coming back," Christain said jokingly with a scoff.

"Fuck off." Christine groaned angirly, removing her sneakers. Her tone sounded harsh and one could tell she wasn't in the mood for silly jokes at the moment. All she wanted was a cold shower and some sleep. Her day wasn't really a good one and she wished they would just leave her alone and stop bothering her.

"Hey what's your problem?" he questioned as he grabbed her arm and looked at her face.
His eyes went wide as he saw her bursted lip which was already swollen and light bruises on her left cheek. The cut on Christine's lip looked deep and there was dried blood on her lip ring. It wasn't the first time she had come home looking like this.

"Get your fucking hands off me." She retorted angrily, pushing him hard on the chest as his back hit the door.

He winced in pain, placing a hand on his hurt shoulder as he stared at his twin with shocking eyes. He wasn't expecting such reaction from her.
Most times that Christine would come back home with bruises after having a fight with some guy and Christain tried to confront her, she would only shout at him or ignore him. She had never tried to be violent towards him.

"Hey!" Jasmine said in loud tone as she walked up to them.
"That's enough Christine." She pointed at Christine,glaring at her with warning eyes.
Jasmine saw the bruises on Christine's face and a heavy sigh left her mouth.
She shook her head, looking disappointed as she placed a palm on her forehead, glaring at Christine.

Christine rolled her eyes as she looked away from Jasmine's stare and put her hands in her pocket of her hoodie.

Jasmine turned to Christain. "Are you okay?" she asked him in a soft tone.

Christain gave her a quick nod as he let go of his shoulder. "Yeah I'm good."

Jasmine let out a breath as she turned to Christine. "Where have you been Christine and why are you even coming back by this time?" Jasmine asked her in a calm tone. She didn't want to start shouting or Christine might get more angry and wouldn't answer her questions.

"I was hanging out with some friends and I lost track of time."
Christine replied bluntly.

"Which of your friends? Is it the friends that bursted your face or what? And why weren't you answering your damn phone?" Jasmine questioned.

"My phone was on silent." Christine answered quickly, raking a hand in her hair.

"What a liar." Christian scoffed as he brushed christine on the shoulder roughly and walked over to the couch and sat down.

"Hey, what's your fucking problem?" Christine asked him in an agitated tone as she gave him an icy glare.

"Hey Christine, watch your tone." Jasmine warned her harshly.She was getting fed up with Christine's attitude.

"Well tell him to leave me the fuck alone," Christine said to Jasmine harshly, still glaring at Christain.

"She asked you which of your friends Christine,so answer the damn question," Christain said to her as he placed his left arm over the couch.

"Fuck you." Christine shouted angrily, giving him the middle finger .

"Hey." Jasmine grabbed Christine's wrist ."That's enough Christine. Now tell me, who did this to you?"

"Let go of me," Christine said, trying to free her wrist but Jasmine tightened her grip.

"No I won't, until you tell me the truth christine. Where are you coming from and who did this to you?" Jasmine demanded.

"I already told you I was out with some friends and you don't have to know the dick head because he is probably in the hospital right now." Christine told her, struggling to free her hand.
Christine had never lost a fight. Even when they beat her up, break her nose or her rip, she always made sure her opponent ends up in the hospital. Christine was a tough shell to crack and the hate in her heart was her key strength that always got her back on her feet and she never looses a fight to anyone.

"What friends Christine? We just got into this neighborhood and you've gotten into a fight already? I need to know who you're hanging out late with and who you fought with," Jasmine said, giving her a firm look.

"Well you don't have to fucking know who i hang out with okay. I'm nineteen for fuck sake, so stop asking me these questions and let me go.. ugh..jeez you're not mum," Christine said with an angry scrowl, still struggling to free her hand.

"Hey Christine, don't talk to her like that." Christain warned as he got up from the couch quickly. He had been sitting down quietly as he watched Christine with an angry look on his face.

"Well she's not our mother, so let her stop being so goddamn bossy and annoying. It's not like I can't take care of myself or something and it's just past ten for fuck sake." Christine shouted at Christain as she used her strength and freed her wrist from Jasmine's hold.

"You're right," Jasmine said as she took a step closer to Christine.
"I'm not mum, but I sure as hell wont take shit from you. I pay the fucking bills in this house, so when I ask you a question,you give me a straight answer, do you understand," she said straight to Christine's face.

Christine narrowed her eyes in annoyance as she took a step back
from Jasmine.
"You know what, I don't give a shit about about you or your fucking house, so fuck you,"
she said and shoved Jasmine hard on the chest.

"Christine!" Christain exclaimed in shock.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He asked walking towards her.

"Yeah, and fuck you too," Christine said loudly as she turned to him. "Fuck all of you,fuck..."
Her angry ranting was cut off as Jasmine's palm hit her hard on the left cheek.

"Ahhhh." Christine cried out in pain as she stumbled to the ground, placing a palm on her bruised cheek.

Christian stood still as he was taken by surprise at what happened. He wasn't expecting Jasmine to react in a violent way.

Jasmine was fed up with Christine's attitude and so she got furious when Christine shoved her and she couldn't hold back her anger. It had been a long time since she'd laid her hands on Christine.

Tears rolled from her red cheeks,as the pain stung her.
"I hate you, I FUCKING HATE YOU."
Christine screamed out as she got up quickly and ran off to her room, slamming the door loudly. Christine had never cried over a fight but getting hit by Jasmine always puts painful tears in her eyes.

Christian shook his head slowly, looking at Jasmine with a worried look on his face.

Jasmine exhaled sharply as she rubbed her palms together quickly.
Avoiding Christians' gaze, she rushed to the dining table and grabbed her purse, walking towards the door.

"Hey where are you going?" Christain called out to her as he followed her.

"I'm going for a walk." She answered without looking his way as she walked out of the house, slamming the door hard.

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