Yasmine didn’t think of herself as possessive. Of course not. She wasn’t one of those girls who had to stake their claim in some loud, obvious way. She simply took care of what was hers. And you… well, even if you weren’t officially hers, in her mind, you already were. It was just a matter of time before you realized it. For now, she’d just guide you in her subtle yet calculated way.

—"There you are."—Yasmine said, as if she’d just found something valuable. Her eyes scanned the group, clearly sizing them up before dismissing them altogether.—"The professor paired us up for the project, so we need to get started. Now."

Before you could even process her words, she grabbed your backpack off the table. The motion was so quick and deliberate that your friends exchanged confused glances.

—"I don’t have all day."—she replied, turning on her heel without even looking back, your backpack dangling from her arm.—"Let’s go."

She didn’t seem open to negotiation, and if you stayed put, it was clear she’d take your backpack to her house if necessary. You knew she wasn’t bluffing.