Oh, of course, he wanted to go back. But who'd really notice they were gone? The class didn't want her around and Victor was so quiet they wouldn't notice he had disappeared. In fact, the only reason why he'd get into trouble was because he was around her, but he chose to. They were partners in crime.
Jasmine giggled softly, "People only care about the outside structure, the way things are supposed to look. The norm. Even if it's missing a few stars, you can still tell what it is supposed to be.... what it really is."
Jasmine turned, stepping forward, inches from Victor. Jasmine should have expected such a question from Victor. He was always so quiet, caring. Of course, he would want to know what she thought. Victor was smart, a genius, almost. He could read others just as she did. There were just some people who weren’t that easy to read and for Victor that was her… entire family, aside from her mother, she was really easy.
Jasmine reached up, patting his chest. “Is that what you really want, to know what I think? You don't really want to know what I think. I'm kinda not all there." No, there was no need to tell him.
The young eight-year-old was still growing, there was still time to think of what she thought about all of this, her peers, life, the world. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” The blonde shrugged as she took a few steps back. Her eyes staring up at the lights that covered the ceiling.
"Stars burn out and fade away because they're too busy trying to shine and make themselves known. But the sky, odd as it may seem because of its shifting colors, stands out but it's better to be a plain old beautiful sky than those stars trying to shine brighter."
Truth be told, Jasmine never paid any mind to their hurtful words. Then again, they weren’t hurtful, just funny. Laughable. She laughed in their face, countless of times. Which was why she was pushed down and beaten. She was covered in bruises and scars that Victor wasn’t fully aware of, she wouldn’t tell anyone. Though, her family knew. Aion knew and dealt with it his own way, which was sort of why most kids talked recently instead of putting their hands on her. Her family was scary, she guessed. But was Jasmine ever really hurt or bullied? No.
Jasmine shrugged her shoulders. She smiled brightly, the infamous Vendetta smirk. “They don’t intimidate me. They fear what they don’t understand. And so they try and make sense of it by saying it’s unusual, that I’m not normal. But, I know right from wrong. They are not horrible people for their own beliefs. And, ‘revenge is never an option… only a choice’.” She quoted her fathers words.
The blonde skipped over towards the door. "Besides, they're all weak little individuals I can kill them in a split second, but Victor probably already knew that." Yes, he probably did, he knew a lot about her and yet, he seemed to possibly know nothing at all. That was the mystery of Victor, he wasn't so easy to read. And that was why she was so drawn to the boy, he wasn't like anyone else. He was odd, in his own way.
Ah right, she had never answered his question, at least not the way he probably intended for her to answer. Not most people understood her when she spoke, she had to be completely clear when explaining instead of vague like she usually was, but Jasmine knew Victor understood her… out of all of her friends, he was the only one. “I don’t care what they say, I am who I am. If you don’t mind how I am, why question? They can treat me however they choose, but if they treat the ones I care about badly, that’s another story.”
Jasmine peeked out of the door, noticing their class long gone from the area. Aqua green eyes glanced back over to Victor. “It must really bother you… the way I get treated.” She walked over to him. “You shouldn’t be afraid of me getting bullied, but it’s sweet to know that you wouldn’t ever let it happen.” Jasmine inched closer to him, pressing a small peck on his cheek. “What do you think of all of this, all of them? Would you rather me blend in? You wouldn’t get in as much trouble.” She pulled away, her voice soft. “You try to hide beneath the clouds, but you seem to dip your feet into the darkness.”