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Chapter 13 - Sorting Things Out

Woah, chapter 13 already!
And I'd like to thank the people who've encouraged me (aka my friends) and the people who kept reading my book although I had my writing blocks and messy spelling or grammar.
I'm finished. ~.~
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Jasper's POV
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Axel was still hospital after the incident. He was stabbed about two to three times. They weren't life-threatening, but they were enough for him to fall asleep for this long.

He was also beaten. Bruises marked his body along with cuts and grazes.

Mouse - or It - had been sitting there with Ezra for over an hour. That was until I invited her to come to the shop's food court to have lunch. Ezra insisted that she went so she came with us hesitantly.

That was less that an hour ago and now we are sitting in an eerily empty food court. Mouse was sitting across from me, fiddling with her food.

It would of been less awkward if Monica was here but she had to leave a few minutes in because of a 'family drama' or whatever.

"So you're not going to talk again?" I ask, trying to start a conversation. A notebook was sitting ready on the centre of the table but it was untouched. "It's a shame, really. You had a beautiful voice."

She looked up to give me a skeptical look before looking down to continue fiddling with the delicious Indian food that I've bought for her.

She strung out the silence for minutes until it was unbearable. "Would you like to tell me about Axel?" I finally said.

Mouse looked up at me and stared for a minute before grabbing the notepad. Hope grew inside of me as she scribbled on the lined paper.

But it was only two sentences and after she was finished, she spun the notepad around for me to read, saying, so you finally decided to care? Is it because one of them is in the hospital?

That caught me off guard and I shot her a sad look. "No, no. Mouse, no. I was just wondering why they were being treated like that by their parents."

Maybe you should ask them yourself, Jasper. She wrote.

"I don't think they like me very much." I reply quietly and she gave me a half-hearted laugh.

Yeah, and I wonder why.

"Mouse, I'm sorry, okay?" I say - or plead - and realise that it was useless. She probably doesn't want to be my friend anymore and the funny thing is that I completely understand. I mean, I was a complete jerk because I was jealous, but she just doesn't see me that way anyway. We went for one date and that's it. "Actually," I say, "it's okay if you don't want to forgive me. It's fine. But if you change your mind, please call me, okay?"

I stand up, pushing the chair backwards with a scraping sound which seemed to echo through the food court. I begin to leave after gathering my things but slim fingers seemed to wrap around my hand, stopping me in my tracks.

I turn, seeing Mouse half way out of her chair. Her hair spilled over her face, making it harder to read her. Her grip on my hand tightened. "Stay." She whispered.