Denial

Aya glanced at Jasmine from the rim of her cup.

"How would you drink that with your mask?"

Jasmine stared at her for sometime. "There's a hole in it. I will drink it from there."

"Really? Why don't you?"

"Moron!" She muttered, looking away as the mug thudded on the glass table.

"You should not have paid for the other mug then." 

She looked back at her, her eyes narrowing. "Do I look like you?"

"No…?" She said unsurely, frowning.

"Aya, I'm not a Miser, neither am I poor, so watch your mouth when you talk to me."

"I was only being considerate…"

"If you were, you would have told me why you called me here."

"I told you you'll figure it out, didn't I?"

"How do you expect me to…" She trailed off, something catching her eyes.

She turned to it at once.

Beryl was staring back at her.

But, it wasn't her Jasmine wanted to see.

Her eyes went to the other person. 

He was looking at her also.

Dylan.

Beryl and Dylan… ?

It didn't make a lot of sense.

She swerved back to Aya immediately, barely trying to keep her voice low.

"Are you crazy?!" Aya frowned at the coldness in her eyes. "You called me here for that?"

"W-What's so wrong in… In," she took a deep breath to calm the flare of her survival mode as Jasmine continued to grit her teeth, her eyes glaring and chilly, "in inviting you over to create a bond…"

"With who?!" She muttered, the hair on her face being blown back despite the mask. Her collar bone drew in as she sucked in a sharp breath and released sharply. "Don't call me for this rubbish next time."

"Jasmine…"

She got to her feet, throwing a leg fiercely after the other as Aya flanked her.

"Stay away, Aya."

"What is wrong with you? Your time is running out, just form a relationship already and…"

"You called me here to form a bond?" She asked incredulously, her hair flying with every heavy-weight step she took. "I know you more than that."

"Well, it's obvious you don't…" She paused, flinching and coming to an abrupt stop as Jasmine brushed past a Waiter.

The poor guy was shoved back violently, the tray in his hands crashing down on the floor along with the glasses on them.

Jasmine went on like she did nothing.

Aya only sighed heavily, stooping to help him pick the shards of glass.

"I'm sorry. So sorry."

Jasmine stormed to her Car, flinging her head to the side every step she took as the breeze blew it in her face. 

A hand grabbed her just as she reached out to open her Car door.

"Jasmine?" She flinched, flabbergasted, as she slapped Beryl's hand away fiercely. "Jasmine!" She gasped, feeling the pain shoot through her hands. When she looked, there was blood. Jasmine's Car Keys had hit her when she slapped her hand away. She sighed deeply as she looked up. "What is your problem? I don't know the last time I set my eyes on you, but when we do, the first thing you do is hurt me. Where did your mentality go?"

Jasmine's eyes narrowed as she took a small step forward. 

"It's not like I planned to." She had only been taken by surprise. "And it was all your fault." She said, not sounding a tiny bit like she just drew someone's blood.

Beryl pouted as she looked back at the small, bleeding cut. "My fault? As if! I never put my hand in your face and told you to stab me with your Car Key."

"It's just a little cut. I would have stabbed you a long time ago, if I wanted to." She tucked her own hair behind her ear, taking another step forward. "Let me see."

"It's just a little cut." Beryl shook her head, wiping the blood in one swift motion as Jasmine smirked a little.

"That was what I said," Beryl stuck out her tongue. She turned again, saying over her shoulder when she saw Dylan emerge from the Café, "see you later."

"Woah, woah, woah," she put a hand on Jasmine's shoulder, "where do you think you're going?" 

Jasmine only shrugged her hand off, not looking back for once. "Home."

"You just got here!"

"I had no intention of staying long." She said before adding, "and I have no plans to disrupt your… 'Date'."

"What Date?" 

She halted against her will, closing her eyes for a brief second as she muttered a curse, then turned to Dylan without bothering to smile. 

"Playing dumb, huh?" She asked right back, quirking up a brow. "It doesn't matter, anyways, I have something to…"

"You're not leaving, Jasmine," Beryl interrupted with finality, "you're spending the rest of the day with us, work or not."

"Beryl," Jasmine pursed her lips for a moment before she blinked slowly, "cut into my words again."

"As if I was planning not to."

She nodded, finally managing to pull a corner of her lips up in a creepy smirk. "Okay."

Beryl frowned. "Okay, what?" She asked, causing Jasmine to only shrug, refusing to repeat herself. It was then she gave a smile of her own as she said, "we're Friends, Jasmine. You can't tell me when not to say something, I'm not one of your Servants..." She trailed off to Jasmine shaking her head languidly.

"Jasmine Reign has no 'Friends', Beryl," she said in distaste, letting her eyes move to Dylan for a while, "only people she's higher than. Don't talk when I talk." She tapped Beryl on temple lightly, repeatedly, as she asked in a low, rhetoric voice, "get it?"

No!

She absolutely got nothing, only that Jasmine just denied her like their bond never existed.

They were Friends in College, which was basically one of the very few times Jasmine had agreed to attend School, just to get a verified Certificate, and if that closeness wasn't called 'Friendship', she didn't know what else to call it.

Though she might have her own definition of a relationship; the girl was weird.

But, how much time did she have to put all she wanted to say into words since Jasmine just drove off, blowing air from her Exhaust all over her?

"She just…" She muttered to herself without realizing she was saying it out loud, "she just denied me!"

If her previous actions had amused Dylan, then this one was a new Hit. 

Beryl was just telling him how much of a bond they shared, and boom! 

There's a cracker the next moment.

Smirking in amusement, he said more to himself, "nice Show." But, when she turned to him in exasperation, he shrugged and rephrased his words, "she pulled off a good Show of… Disappointment…?"

She just eyed him intensely, dragging him by the shirt. "Drive me Home before I murder you. That was heart-breaking, you know!"

"I have no idea what heart-breaks feel like."

"I can guess!" She snorted, "you're just as heartless as she is, how then can you break what you don't have?"

"Fair enough," he reasoned, slipping his Fabric out of her grip, "makes sense."