Spark

Chapter thirteen

Mom drops me off ten minutes early at Panera and I pray to God, or whatever is out there, that's she can't see the way my hands shake as I open the car door.
"Bye sweetie have fun and text me when to pick you up"
"I don't understand why you don't let me drive myself" I cross my arms defiantly and I watch her face go dark.
"Annette I don't trust you with a car anymore" she says firmly and my face drops my mood plummeting
"Oh yeah uhm- okay" I hug my self and turn and walk away not saying bye.
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"Annette get behind me!"
There's a muffled swoosh and a blinding light, brighter than the flames that are engulfing me.
"Lily what the hell is happening I'm scared"
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'NO!' I stop the memory in its tracks and quickly walk out of line and to the bathroom and splash water on my face
"Get it together"
I can't stand the way what I saw today was sickeningly similar to what I think I saw at the crash.
'No' I once again end my train of thought and by the time I'm ready to go back into public I'm 20 minutes late and there's a line of 5 people waiting.
I immediately see him and like he senses me he turns around and locks his eyes with mine.
I'm frozen for a second, my heart beats fast and my hands clench into fists.
'What the hell is this boy doing to me'
I shake my head breaking eye contact and I can suddenly move my feet. I walk over to the table and sit down hanging my purse over the back of the chair.
"Jasper" I say casually, he nods and pulls out his book and laptop.
I do the same opening up word to what I have already;
'Thought time there have been occurrences, documented instances that are unexplainable by science. And because we either have no explanation, or write off the one we do have as invalid, impossible, we discredit these events as nothing more than folklore.
Though through out our history, there have been events that are too prevalent in shaping humanity as it is to ignore. Some say miracles, others say science, the ancient Christians; well to them it was Angels.'
I look up from my desktop to find Jasper staring at me.
I stare right back, challengingly I say "you have a question?"
"What are you doing your report on?" He asks Though by his tone I can tell he made it up on the spot and doesn't really give a shit.
"Angels" his head tilts a little and interest sparks in his normally unreadable eyes "what about you?"
"Social conflicts between Christians and Romans based on religion"
"Sounds boring"
"You took the good topic" he replies and looks down to his computer and starts typing.
I roll my eyes and look back down.
'Before us, there were Angels, gods perfect children, his beloved creations. The rules the skies and watched over earth. However, some Angels had more important jobs than others. Throughout the bible we consistently see seven different types of Angels.'
I pause typing to rub my eyes that are burning from looking at the computer screen for too long.
I peek up at Jasper and he's fully immersed in his computer, scribbling notes in handwriting so messy I can't read it.
He looks up and I'm already looking back down at my notes,
"Can I have those" it's the third time I've heard him speak and I can't get enough.
"What?" I ask
"Your notes"
I eye him cautiously and reluctantly hand them over.
He looks at them chuckles quietly and starts typing again.
I so desperately want to ask him about earlier. About what I saw.
But I can't.
Last time I told someone what I saw I was sent to therapy until I lied my way out of it.
So I just sit there and watch him type.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer" he says not looking up from his keyboard.
So I do, I pull out my phone and take a picture of him.
He looks up at me like 'what the hell?'
I just shrug "you told me to, so I did"
One corner of his mouth tilts into a wry smile so small he must be fighting to hold a bigger one back.
I look back down holding back a smile of my own and keep typing.
My phone buzzes snapping me away from my screen , I look down to check it.
'Is it time yet? I'm tired' it's from my mom, I glance at the time. 9:00.
"Shit" I mutter and text back 'I lost track of time yeah you can come now'
I look over at Jasper and he's asleep on his key board, quickly gathering up my stuff I walk past him to leave when I see his computer.
It's on his desk top unlocked.
I can't help but turn around and go to it. I look through everything files, browser history, word, recent activities, /everything/. It's empty.
He's been sitting here for the past 5 hours, just to be sitting here with me.