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I woke up the next morning in a daze. I don't think my physical being could handle so many emotional events all at once.
The events of yesterday all came back to me. The fever, the encounter with Crimson, the letter, Crimson moving in with us, and the talk we had last night. And on top of that, I couldn't stop thinking about that damn Jasper too. The way he stood by my side against the headmaster, it kept playing at the back of my head, over and over again like a broken record. It was driving me mad.
I needed it to stop before I went completely insane. That was when I had finally come to the decision. I was gonna stop waiting for Jasper, and go apologize to him myself.
I yawned and pulled my sheets off to the side, getting up out of bed and looking around, noticing how Artemis wasn't sleeping away in his bed. He was nowhere to be seen actually.
And Crimson was fast asleep on his bed, the side of his face pressed against the pillow and his white bangs falling over his eyes. I found it amusing how his mouth fell open while he slept, and wondered how young he actually was. I walked over and pulled his blanket comfortably over his sleeping form, and headed over to the bathroom.
As I slipped my shirt on, not bothering to do up the buttons just yet, and walked to the door to grab my tie, I heard Artemis' voice sounding from behind the door. It seemed as though he was taking a phone call. I didn't even consider eavesdropping, but when I made out some words such as "No you don't need to come." and "I can handle it myself.", I noticed the distress in his voice.
Honestly, I'd never seen or heard Artemis like that before. It was quite worrisome.
Suddenly, the door flew open, right as I was standing there, and absolutely destroyed my goddamn forehead.
"Oh mother of all mothers-" I grunted, covering my face.
"Oh my god, Gray!" Artemis gasped, immediately shoving the phone into his pocket. I noticed how his face looked... Different. Sometimes, he had a different face. It was quite hard to explain. Sometimes, when he was serious, he looked older- Older than me, in fact.
I had gotten used to his smiling face that any other expression on him looked so alien.
"Are you okay?" He asked in a worried tone, his hand placed on my back and the other grabbing one of my arms that held my face.
"Yup, totally fine." I groaned, gathering myself together.
"What were you doing over there?" He asked, his voice suddenly going dark. "You didn't hear anything, did you...?"
