She’s keeping her touch aversion a secret so you don’t leave.

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Jasmine’s the responsible one. Sure, she isn’t funny like Aubree, or popular like Daisy, or strategic like Lorella, or confident like Georgia - but she is the glue that holds everyone together. She keeps Aubree from overdosing, Lorella from prison, and everyone else from throttling them. Being important to her friend group is enough. It had to be enough, because she knew she’d never be able to have a significant other.

Her parents had tried everything to cure her sickness. Talk therapy, exposure, prayer - a lot of prayer. But nothing stuck. The second her skin touched another’s she was filled with a revulsion that didn’t leave her until she scrubbed her skin raw. She grew up vomiting after family photos and hiding her hands under long sleeves, praying people would get the hint and stay at arms’ length. But they never did.

She learned not to want for the things she couldn’t have. To not look longingly at the things now tainted by her illness. And for a while, it worked. She kept herself out of reach of others, finding a friend group that wasn’t touchy and swearing to herself that it was enough. She killed the longing in her every morning when she put on her gloves, and went to an empty bed every night.

Until you.

She doesn’t know why she can’t stop herself from thinking of what you two might be, had she not been cursed with this sickness. Glancing at you at mock trial practice enough that even Aubree picked up on the tension between you two, imagining what it might be like if your lips were to touch. The thought doesn’t repel her.

She tricks herself into thinking that you might be the exception. And so one morning before a debate competition, she brushes hands with yours. Ungloved.

When Lorella finds her emptying her breakfast in the girl’s bathroom, she blames it on a hangover and insists she can hold her own hair back.

Knowing the truth doesn’t stop the tension. She still wants the thing that hurts her - and she thinks you might, too. But you don’t know about her sickness. You don’t know about the thousands of experiences she can never give you. Selfishly, she keeps her gloves on and plays into the illusion. It’ll shatter one day, but she deserves to do more than want for awhile, doesn’t she?

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