#daysmine

[moonshotsx]

so... the love triangle au drama is back 😌

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Daya swiped off the sweat off her forehead from her daily workout with a towel as she exited the campus gym and headed towards the locker room.

Her train of thoughts was interrupted when she heard a familiar voice call for her.

"Daya!"

She turned around to find Jasmine smiling at her while she jogged her way to the taller girl.

The blonde sported her cheer uniform, her hair perfectly styled in her signature high ponytail. Any sign of the previous night of partying didn't seem to show up on her.

"Hey, there," Daya smiled back at her, stuffing her towel in her duffle bag as she fully turned her attention to the cheerleader, "What's up, Jas? Not too hammered from last night, are you?"

Jasmine nodded, "It couldn't have been much worse if you didn't leave those painkillers for me on my nightstand! I have to thank you for being so thoughtful, I honestly wouldn't have expected it from you"

Daya's brows furrowed for a second, "Painkillers?"

"You left those out, right?" Jasmine cocked her head, "I don't remember much from last night apart from us, you know," she gestured between them with her hands, "You're the last person I remember seeing at the party, didn't you help me get home or was it-"

The basketball player's eyes widened, she had no idea what Jasmine was going on about it but she quickly realized that it could be the perfect occasion to get an upper hand on Bosco.

"Oh, yeah! Of course, yeah, sure, it was me. It just took me a moment to remember it," she smiled, "I had to get up early for practice and it flew over my mind"

Jasmine nodded, seemingly believing her lie, "You know, I might have misjudged you a bit, I didn't think you'd be this attentive and caring," she admitted, her bright green eyes meeting Daya's blue ones, "I heard last night that your birthday is coming up in a couple of days? Do you have anything special planned?"

The brunette shook her head, "Not really, why?"

Jasmine bit her lower lip, a faint blush tainting her cheeks, "I was wondering if you wanted to go grab a coffee or something? If you want to, I'm free from practice on your birthday"

Daya couldn't contain a smirk, she truly was making things easier for her, "Is the Jasmine Kennedie asking me out on a date?" she teased her, leaning against the wall.

At the implication, the blonde's cheeks reddened, "It's just a friendly date... just because it's your birthday and I'm a nice person!"

Daya laughed out loud, her hand brushing against Jasmine's side when she replied, "I could use me a friendly date, Jas. Just tell me when and where!"

[missjanjie]

61 + 97 with daya x jasmine. Enemies to lover am i right 👀

anon ur the only mfer in this place that rly understands me

(also i was tempted to go the lesbian au route bcs that seems to be the safer option w new ships but like... i had to go cc)

61. “Is that what you call an apology?” / 97. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”

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Daya was not the best at apologies. This was especially the case when he didn’t feel as though he were truly in the wrong. But he had enough self-awareness to know there was a chance that the tense exchange he had with Jasmine could create a negative energy that permeated the set. So, he decided it was for the best that he at least attempt to make peace with the other queen. He waited until she was sitting on one of the couches and sat beside her. “You have a minute?”

Jasmine sat up, her body a bit stiff and her gaze not quite meeting Daya’s. “Sure,” she answered curtly.

He decided to brush the tone off and continued. “Listen, I know you’re still feeling some type of way about what I said about your dress, but–”

“It’s not about the dress,” she scoffed. “It diminishes my talent and worth as a queen to say I just get away with shit because of my body because you know I’m not that type of girl.”

Daya pressed his lips together, fighting off every urge to make some sort of snarky or sarcastic comment. “Okay,” he sighed, “I understand that my comment might have undermined your talent, and–”

“Look, your opinions are gonna be whatever they’re gonna be. But what bothers me is that you didn’t say that shit to my face because–”

This time, he let out an exasperated groan. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god,” he took a breath to collect himself and not let his frustration get the best of him, with marginal success. “I’m sorry I didn’t read your outfit – that landed you in the bottom, mind you – to your face.”

Jasmine blinked in surprise, then clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. “Is that what you call an apology?”

“It was supposed to be,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “No offense, but you don’t make it easy to apologize to, but at the end of the day, we’re all sisters and should at least try to make peace with each other. The last thing we need is more stress, right?”

Jasmine nodded, cleaning off her glasses with her shirt as she mulled over her reply. “Fair enough,” she conceded. “I’m ready to kiss and make up.”

“Oh, so now we’re kissing?” Daya asked, and couldn’t help but smirk at the way her cheeks turned red. “I’m just teasing, I’m gonna go back to getting ready,” he added, giving her shoulder a squeeze as he got up and returned to his station.

And Jasmine was relieved that he left before she could respond, because truth be told, she didn’t think she would’ve said ‘no’.

[icecastle]