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because it helps you .
    Thank you for clarifying that for me .
    Look, I ’ll still do the Thanksgiving thing for you since it will help you but don’t tell Honorio. I want him to sweat.
    Sweat? Why would you want him to do that? Yumi sounded confused.
    Not literally. I mean I want him to feel stress. He’s not getting off easy.
    Well, I am not ready to let my team know that you and I can communicate telepathically so you will ha ve to be the one to tell Honorio.
    Good. He’ll have to wait until tomorrow.
    Jasmine , you really are full of surprises.
    Just like you .
    I need to go. We are starting our assignments .
    K. I should probably take some notes.
    Jasmine snatched her books off the table as soon as the bell rang. She jumped up and headed to the door. She would not let Honorio get a chance to make amends until Mark was talking to her again .
     
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    Mark spotted Jasmine in the h all after school walking toward him. He lifted his hand to wave hello, a quick apology for his acting dumb on his lips , but she stared at her shoes as she walked. He was about to call out her name when he spotted him walking behind her. What was his name again? O r nery? Fabio? Horatio?
    Mark’s hands clenched into fists. Who is th at guy?
    Mark followed them at a distance, watching. Jasmine walked to her locker , and as she fiddled with the lock, she dropped her books. Honorio scooped them up as Mark walked past. He looked over his shoulder , and saw Honorio smile as he placed the books in Jasmine’s locker.
    Mark turned around and marched off. He chastised himself for getting his hopes up that she liked him. What did he have to offer Jasmine anyways? She was so beautiful and funny.
    That d ay in the hall he had thought she wanted to hold his hand. The memory of the feel of her pinky brought a small smile. He had wanted to reach over and grab her hand so much. If Alex hadn’t startled them, he might have gathered the courage. Then again, the interruption was probably for the best. He probably just misread Jasmine’s reactions. Hadn’t she snatched her hand back when her hand fell on his?
    All night he belittled hims elf for thinking she liked him.

Chapter 7
    Jasmine waited outside the door to Algebra the next morning to catch Mark before class started and try to repair the mess Honorio made. Waiting was torture. She planned out 20 different things to say to him the night before , but nothing sounded right in her head. She picked at her nails , and paced as her stomach tried to implode from nerves.
    She had no experience with trying to patch up a misunderstanding. At home they simply did things D ad’s way. There was no compromise or explanation. She couldn’t draw up on vast experience with human girlfriends , and she was trying to make Mark her first boyfriend. She was out of her depth.
    She finally spotted Mark as he walked up. His eyes met hers and he frowned. He shifted his backpack higher on his shoulder , and looked down at the ground as he strode up. He started to walk into the class.
    Jasmine stopped him. “Mark, can I talk to you for a sec?”
    He looked in to the class , then back at her . The indecision in his eyes stung. She knew he was mad , but the fact that an uncomfortable chair seemed to be more enticing than talking to her stung her ego . He finally shrugged and walked over to her .
    T he moment had arrived. S he needed to make things better , but her tongue wasn’t working. Finally, she mumbled a brilliant opening. “So how’s your morning?”
    He looked at her , obviously annoyed. “It’s alright. What do you want?”
    “Well, I think there’s been a misunderstanding . ”
    Mark exuded disgust. “Really? What would that be?”
    “Well, the way Honorio was acting yesterday was weird to say the least . ”
    He shifted his backpack again , and looked at the wall.
    Jasmine was left up in the air. “Uh, well ... H onorio knows my d ad , his parents are away for the holidays, couldn’t take him where