Bring Me Light [Editing]

Chapter 15 - Elena

Life is back to normal I guess. The old normal, at least. I wake up, go to school, keep my head down and don't make eye contact with anyone, go home. It's that simple.

Jackson was talking with Sailor today after Homeroom. It made me sick. Having a locker close to Jack's used to be fun. Now, it's killing me inside. Not that I'd ever tell him. Or anyone, for that matter.

Not that you ever had anyone to tell in the first place, Elena.

It's the thoughts again. They've come back. For the time that I was with Jack, these aggravating, self-conscious thoughts never came up. And now, they're back again to haunt me.

Tap.

Tap, tap.

My attention goes directly to my window, the perfectly fitted purple curtains that hang in front of them, and the utterly horrible feeling that I know what - or who - is waiting behind them.

After a moment, I get up, walk to my window, and take a deep breath. I pull back the heavy blackout curtains, letting in a stream of moonlight and a tall, yet sulking, figure.

"Go away Jack," I mutter before opening the window.

"I can read lips you know," he smirks, once I've completely opened it.

I give him a glare, and sit down in front of the sill while he leans on his elbows, cupping his perfect face, with his perfect blue eyes staring back at me.

"So?" I ask.

"So," he says.

There's a long silence.

"Hey Elena?" Jack sighs. "I just wanted to say that-"

He stops, scratches the back of his neck - one thing I've noticed he does when he's nervous or unsure what to say - and sighs.

"Elena, I-"

Getting impatient, I finish for him. "You're what? Sorry?" I snap. "Because it didn't look like that to me today."

Jack remains silent, the moon creating a perfect silhouette so that I can't read his face from the angle he's at.

"I'm not sorry for not opening up to you the other day. Joy is a very, very hard topic for me, and you know that. It was your own choice anyway to tell me about your life, so don't expect me to suddenly make such choices, too," I frown.

"That's not why-" he starts to say, but I interrupt again.

"I don't care Jackson."

He turns to look at me, and I can catch a slight bit of anger in his eye from that comment. But there's something else, too. I just can't put my finger on it.

"I don't care," I whisper, mostly to myself. Because honestly, I haven't quite figured out whether I'm telling the truth or not.

With one last look, Jackson wordlessly turns away, and walks back across the alley to his house, leaving me silent, angry, and slightly hurt.

"What do I do Joy?" I sigh, looking up at the full moon in the sky. "What do I do now?"

And just when I'm about to totally lose it, that voice in my head comes back again.

You do care, Elena. You do care.

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The next day, Jackson is with Sailor again. So far, I'm pretty sure they've covered virtually every topic possible. And it's only ten minutes into class.

"So, Jackson," I hear Sailor say. "You've heard about the festival coming up?"

I wait for Jackson's response, almost afraid of what it might be.

"I don't think I'm going," he finally answers.

"You're not?" Sailor gasps. I smirk.

"But you have to!" she whines. "I can even introduce you to some of my friends. I bet you and Tyler would totally click. He's got those bad boy vibes like you!"

I scowl at the cliche title she used. Just because he wears a leather jacket doesn't mean he's a "bad boy."

"I'll have to think about it some more, I guess," Jackson replies.

I think that if this goes on for much longer I will literally have this scowl permanently stuck on my face.

The two talk some more, the occasional giggle from Sailor, and the many sarcastic remarks from Jackson. To think I was special for getting so many from him. Boy, was that a mistake. All I'm getting from it now is jealousy.

You don't care, Elena, I remind myself. You don't care.

What Jack has done for me, I cannot even start to repay. But right now, it's like all his kind, caring words have been washed down the drain, and all I'm left with is the hurting that sticks to me like glue.

You don't care. You don't care.

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