Jane and Jeff

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I found my pop babies :D *dances and falls on face*

Chapter 4

I opened the door and dropped Jane on the couch.

"Ow, Jeff!" Jane moaned. "That wasn't necessary."

"Listen" I said in a harsh tone. "It wasn't supposed to be nice."

I sat in the other side of the couch. Suddenly, a thought came to mind.

"Where's my sweatshirt, you thieving little bitch!?" I yelled.

She almost hesitated to answer.

"I, umm, kinda took it off of you so I could clean up the bloody mess." She said smugly.

"That's it." I said, struggling to stand up. "We're going back to get my jacket."

"Well, as you can see, you kinda stopped me from moving at all." She said, pointing at the two giant stab wounds I gave her in her thighs.

"Well, you kinda did the same to me!" I yelled back, pointing at the deep stabs in my stomach.

"Fine, lazy. Get on my back." I said, turning around.

Without hesitating, she jumped on my back and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Get to moving," she said, kicking my legs with her heels.

We were halfway to the middle of the forest where I had dragged Jane into when she fell asleep. I kinda liked it better when she was asleep so I didn't have to keep listening to her endless bickering.

When we made it to the stream where I tried to drown Jane, I dropped her onto the ground.

"Ow..." She said, rubbing her back. She stood up slowly and looked around curiously.

"I wonder where that sweat shirt is..." She said sincerely. "Let's split up and look for it."

"Fine." I said in a annoyed tone. "I'll take the left side of the stream and you'll take the right side, Jane."

It must have been a long while because I'll end up getting lost and finding the stream again.

Maybe Jane found my sweat shirt? I thought. I walked around on the right side of the stream, looking for Jane.

3 minutes later, I found Jane sitting on a rock, snuggled in my sweatshirt.

That little bitch found it and didn't even think of telling me!

I stomped over to jane and yanked at the hood of my sweatshirt.

"J-Jeff! I didn't see you." She said in a shaky voice.

"Hand it over." I ordered in a harsh tone. "Now!"

"I-I'm sorry Jeff, I just got cold." She said, blushing. In less then 5 seconds she was out of my sweatshirt. I snatched it out of her hands and started to walk out of the woods when I noticed she was following me.

"Why don't you go home already!?" I barked at her. Her pale face turned a rose red.

"I just thought you were ok with me staying a little bit."

I guess I have no choice since she can't make her way back to her house with two stabbed legs.

When we made it back to my house, we both sat on the couch on opposite sides. No one said anything for a while, so it got a little awkward.

Then suddenly, Jane stood up and walked over to my side of the couch.

"Hey, Jeff?" She asked softly, "Do you hate me?"

I looked at her. I couldn't let her think I was soft, so I pushed her out of my way and made my way up stairs.

I was about to go into my room when Jane slid in front of me, blocking my door with her body.

"Answer me Jeff," she said, blushing. "Do you?"

I looked her in the eyes. I hate you more then I hate Ben.

"Then why did yo-" Before she could say any more, I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into my arms and kissed her.

About as quickly as I pulled her close, I pushed her away from me and made my way into my bed room, turned off the light, and fell on my bed.

What did I just do?

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