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𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐧

@theshaderoom: #Pressplay: Chile, looks like #ToneVincent and #JazmineGreen went out to celebrate her website selling out in a day! They look a little more cozy than usual. #Roomates what do y'all think? Just besties having fun or could there be more going on? (SWIPE)

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Daff locked his phone, sucking his teeth. One after the other there were articles by the boatload about Tone and Jaz. As much as he wanted to ignore it, he found himself reading every single one. This post had struck a different cord inside of him this time.

Seeing her out having fun and dancing in the club was like watching a different person. In their years of being together, she'd never been that type of woman. She was always the timid type. She didn't like too many eyes on her or too many people around her.

He could remember when they first met like it was yesterday. She had an innocent charm that none of the other stuck-up rich girls had. When he was in Morehouse, everybody looked at him like a prodigy; a star athlete in the making.

However, to all the Spelman girls he was just a hick on a football scholarship. They never took him seriously, always questioning what he could possibly do for them. On the other hand, some girls just wanted his attention because he was sure to make it to the NFL. Jazmine was different from them all.

The way she carried herself was graceful and intimidating. She'd say hello to him when they saw one another in passing. He figured that was because he was an athlete and she was on the Morehouse cheer team. He thought she'd just be another uppidy bitch until the day she actually spoke to him. It was during the Spelhouse homecoming.

All of her cheer friends were talking to his teammates and he was off to himself. He wasn't the most talkative, so it was typical for him to be on the side. Freshman year was enough drama to turn him off from everybody. So when Jazmine approached him asking what was on his mind, he shot her a look of annoyance.

"A lot," he answered with disinterest.

She curled up her lips raising an eyebrow. Tilting her head curiously, she pressed a bit more. "A lot like?"

"What you want Spelman?"

She folded her arms shrugging. "You're just always off somewhere brooding. Your teammates are a little feral but you seem tame.. for the most part. I'm curious, so I figured I'd come to investigate."

He couldn't help but chuckle. Folding his arm to mimic her, he smirked. "Looking for a safe bet to be a football wife or something?"

She twisted her face up and then laughed, visibly confused. "How did we go from what's on your mind, to me being a football wife. I think I missed something."

"I just know your type. We can just cut to the chase with it." He responded shaking his head.

"What is my type?" Her lips pursed to the side as she stared up at him with her big brown eyes. She looked genuinely confused and there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

He reached up scratching the back of his head. "Listen, I get it. All the pom-pom girls want a football nigga but I'm good off the superficial shit. I'm just tryna get through college and get my mama outta Georgia. I ain't got time for no bullshit."

She listened to him, blinking slowly. Her face flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry for bothering you," she said softly biting the inside of her lip.

She turned away from him and walked off quickly.

After that day they continued seeing each other in passing. She never spoke to him anymore. Not a hello, not even a glance at him. Though she wasn't much influence in his life there was a noticeable emptiness now that she wasn't speaking to him.

He couldn't help but pay more attention to her. She was one of the most beautiful girls on the cheer team but she was rarely out unless it was a campus event. She didn't party, she was never up under any of his teammates. She had a genuine smile that would light up the room. Everything about her aura was calm and friendly.

The more he thought about her as a person, the worse he felt for shutting her down the way he did. He had misread her completely.

After one of their games, he stopped her as everybody was leaving.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a second?" He asked gently grabbing her arm.

She looked back at him with her big doe eyes and raised her eyebrows. "Uh, yeah." Turning back to her friends she said softly. "Give me a sec y'all."

Following behind him, they walked to a more secluded area. Her eyes darted to the field as he turned to look at her. "What's up."

"I just wanted to say," he started reluctantly. "I'm sorry if I came off aggressive during homecoming. I just get a lot of drama with you Spelman girls."

Nodding her head, she looked everywhere but at him. "You know, I have a name by the way," she said pursing her lips. "It's Jazmine. Not Spelman, not pom pom girl. Jazmine. And I wasn't trying to get anything out of you but a conversation, but honestly you don't owe me that either. I tend to come on a little strong with people so I get it. You don't have to be sorry"

"No, you didn't come on too strong. I'm just used to people with weird motives and I was being rude as fuck. So yes, I'm sorry."

Rubbing her arm, she looked down to her feet. There was a silence between them for a moment. He studied her closely taking note of her fidgeting. She came off very nervous and awkward, which made him feel protective of her. From her words alone, he could tell she was hard on herself.

"Did I hurt your feelings at homecoming?", he asked putting a hand on her shoulder. When she nodded and met his eyes, it felt like his heart melted. "Let me take you out sometime. I'll make it up to you."

From that moment they spent every day together. It didn't take long for them to fall for each other. She was the type of woman he could see himself marrying. He didn't have the best background, her friends didn't like him, and her parents hated him the most. However, she didn't care about any of it, she loved him.

But as his lifestyle changed so did he. He had the money to spend and the luxury to be whoever he wanted to be. The problem was Jazmine had stayed the same. She was still awkward and nervous. She was still this innocent little rich girl that he couldn't say no to.

He was an NFL player, a star. She started to feel like a chore; being with her this long felt like such a nuisance. He should be celebrating the fact she'd set him free but he couldn't shake that emptiness he always felt in her absence. To add insult to injury, everything she couldn't be for him she looked to be with Tone.

She was getting dolled up to eat at fancy restaurants, sitting courtside at games, throwing ass in the club on this nigga. It was like she was enjoying all this sudden attention. It was mind boggling not only because of his jealousy, but it wasn't in her character.

Such a drastic change had to be for show. So if it was a show she wanted to put on, he would put on an even better one.

——— A/N

Sorry this chapter was so long. It took me a while to put it out because I wanted to establish their background in a way that made sense

Putting a vision in my head to words is hard work 🥴 especially when writing a character I dislike so much.