Speechless (Jarry Fanfic) [slow updates]

Chapter 15 - "I'd really like to know what that mouth of yours can do"

~ Jade

I returned home from the clinic still in my soaking wet clothes. Mum gave me one look when I got home and sent me straight upstairs to shower. There weren't any mirrors in the bathroom, I'd taken care of that one the day I got home from the hospital. Mum had cleaned up the shattered remains of the mirror without saying a word. The rest of the ones that we had around the house eventually were removed as well. The only one that was left is hidden in the back of my closet, no chance of me looking at it anytime soon.

The tiled floor of the bathroom was cold under my feet as I peeled my soaking wet clothes off my equally wet body. I turned the knob and waited until the hot water sprayed out and bounced off the tiled floor. I rubbed the shampoo through my hair, washed, then let the conditioner soak in for awhile. When it was time to wash my face I turned the nozzle to cold, not hot. Can't forget stuff like that anymore. It's my routine.

I lightly ran my fingers over my face and picked up the pot of face scrub that smelled like lavender, dipping my finger in I smoothed some over the scar. A few months ago I wouldn't have been able to voluntarily touch it, it disgusted me. It still does.

I discovered that the pain never goes away. It'll always be there. A constant reminder. You just learn to live with it.

My feet padded across my carpeted room as I slinked off into bed. I didn't feel like eating. Too nervous I guess. Whatever Harry wanted to talk about tomorrow was making my teeth ache. I glanced over at the picture of me and Amy on my bedside table. She would have been good at this. She would know what to do, what to say. She knew everything about guys, she knew how to get them to like her. She knew what they wanted, and she gave it to them.

She probably would also be as equally in love with Harry as you are Jade. She would probably be dating him by now, you stupid cow. No one could love you with a face like that.

I pulled the covers up to my chin and stared up at the ceiling.

Of course you had to fall for the guy you'd have no chance with.

My thoughts drifted back to Emily. How did she know Harry? It didn't make sense. She talked about him like she knew him. But she couldn't possibly know him. Right?

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My body was shaking, for two reasons.

One. It was last period, meaning that I would have to meet up with Harry soon and attempt to talk to him about my feelings "using my words." Yeah fat chance of that happening Emily, nice try though.

Two. Peter fucking Mitchell had been flicking scrunched up bits of paper at the back of my head for the past hour. And the bloody teacher was taking no notice.

5 minutes. 5 more minutes then class is over. Easy.

When the bell rang, I don't think I've ever packed up my things so fast. But before I could leave my seat I was corner by Peter and Darryl.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," Peter snarled, leaning on my desk, "if it isn't our favourite mute."

I shot a look up to the teacher. He was quietly packing away his things at the front. Totally oblivious. Even if he were to look up, it would just look like a somewhat friendly conversation between friends.

"Not much of a talker are you?" Darryl sighed, "but I'd really like to know what that mouth of yours can do."

My eyes shot up at Darryl, completely disgusted by the suggestion. I'd already heard from Amy that their dick sizes weren't too impressive anyway. Boys talk too, it's not just girls. And apparently the change rooms in the gym is where everyone gets to compare the size of their best friend. A million comebacks flooded into my mind, all on the tip of my tongue, ready to by fired. I stopped. I couldn't speak. I'd promised myself.

I kept my mouth shut and stared down at the desk.

"I reckon you owe us, considering we've taken so much care of you," Peter smiled. Creep.

I smiled brightly back at both of them, before collecting up my bag and tried shoving my way past them. Peter roughly grabbed my arm.

"Oi, we hadn't finished talking yet," he snarled, digging his nails into my arm. I bit back a cry of pain.

"Care to explain to us why your little friend Harry decided to go and hit our very good friend?" I'd forgotten about that. I shrugged my shoulders.

Peter stepped closer, "well you tell him, in whatever weird way you two communicate. That if he comes near our boy again, he'll have to deal with us," he smiled menacingly down at me. I shrunk back and nodded my head hard.

"Good girl," he said, before patting me on the head and shouldering his way past me, knocking hard against me.

One day, I said to myself. One day, I'll get him back.

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Harry was standing out the front of the school waiting. I hadn't seen him all day today, but damn did he look good. The wind was picking up his hair and brushing it in front of his eyes, and he pointlessly tried to move it back every time it happened. He glanced around, when he saw me his face lit up. A blush crept up my neck and flowed onto my cheeks.

"Jade," he said as he walked up to me, he touched my arm as he reached me, squeezed and smiled. "You took your time," he laughed.

I smiled through gritted teeth.

We walked to the park, the sun was shining brightly down onto the lake. The water shimmered as the sun reflected off it. Ducks created small ripples in the water and playfully chased each other around the lake. Harry walked by my side, our arms occasionally brushing. The slight contact was enough to make the butterflies in my stomach go wild.

We sat down at a bench that faced the lake. I didn't dare look at Harry while he started to talk. I couldn't.

"About what I said the other day when you were at mine," he started, fiddling with his fingers. I glanced over at him.
"I meant it. I want you to know that. I think you're incredible Jade, and I want this to be something. But it's so hard because I can't talk to you." He ran his fingers through his curly hair. "When Johnno visited me the other day, he said I didn't know anything about you, what happened or your family. And he's right. I don't. But I want to know. I want to know stuff about you Jade," he said, looking over at me.

I pursed my lips. I couldn't respond. Because I didn't know what to say even if I was gonna talk. I reached out my hand and covered his. I smiled as genuinely as I could.

"I know you'll talk when you're ready. I'm not sure why you can't now, but I'll be here. I'll wait for you."

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