14: It's just a phone, not a Rolls-Royce

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"Jasper...?" I called, finally tired of the creepy silence between us as we reached our car. If he wants to scold me, let him do. It's actually way better than this silence. He turned to me in what seemed like a plain, emotionless expression, unlike his serious face at the principal's office.

"Yeah?" He asked. I rolled my eyes at this, frustrated that he wasn't reacting at all. At least he could give a hint about what's about to happen, right? But no, of course not, everything's a surprise when it comes to Jasper.

He didn't sound mad, yes, but then again, some things can happen when you're expecting it at the least. Maybe he's just waiting for the right moment, like when I mention my friends' party. That'll be perfect then, just perfect.

"Aren't you mad at me?" I asked softly, making sure to sound a little more nice so that he might unexpectedly change his mind.

He scrunched his face curiously through a smile, "Why would I be mad at you?"

Like he didn't know.

I frowned a little, a bit surprised at that, but the major part of my mind telling me that he's just pretending to be nice and then suddenly start the scolding out of nowhere. This is just his trick, it's got to be.

"Because I made a fight at school, and uh, y'know. All that scene I made," I explained stupidly.

"I know," he shrugged, slightly grinning at how I explained everything to him again, "But what's the big deal here? School fights are pretty common, even I've made some before. Besides, I know it wasn't entirely your fault either. Mrs.Lin explained everything to me, and she did tell me that the person you fought with had broken your phone with no apparent cause. Honestly, she deserved it. Destroying someone else's property is just wrong; how long can anyone tolerate a person hurting them on a daily basis?"

I smiled at him. He was literally supporting me! I never expected that from him, obviously not. Dad would've grounded me for weeks, maybe even took away my phone for sometime - well, since there's no more phone anymore, maybe my laptop. I was really thankful that at least one adult understood how I felt and my reasons for making that fight. Breaking a phone might seem like nothing to rich snobby kids like Ava who love to waste their dad's hard earned money on the most unnecessary things ever, but I'm not like them. I value stuff that my dad has bought me, just like I value even the teddy bear I got from an old babysitter of mine years ago.

"Thank you, Jasper," I said with a grateful sigh, "I thought you weren't asking me anything about it because you were mad at me. Like really, really mad."

"Nope, I'm not. I have no reason to be mad," he said with a sly grin and walked off to the car with me right behind, "And from this, I realized something else too."

Oh no. Is this going to be his actual reaction? Was all he said until now just a pretense? Will he -

Wait a minute. He asked 'How long can anyone tolerate a person hurting them on a daily basis?' and I didn't even notice that sentence in the midst of rejoicing at how he was on my side. How does he know that she hurt me a lot? Did he just guess it, or...

"The girl you fought with, she's constantly on odds with you, isn't it?" He asked, "She broke your phone today, but she has done many other things before too. Isn't that true?"

So he guessed it right. I couldn't stop but nod my head slowly, not interested in disagreeing with him right now.

"You're right," I murmured.

"Why haven't you told your dad yet?"

"Because he and Ava's dad are already in a tough competition. I don't want to put dad in danger by complaining against Ava and causing a fight," I said, "Besides, what's the point in complaining if I fight back most of the time? Like today? It's just a school fight, nothing big."

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