Deryn's POV
I slammed the door shut in Sumner's face and sat on the bed, still holding the red papertowel up to my nose. Jasper looked up from organizing the comic books again. I've noticed that he likes to keep things neat and tidy, while Carl just leaves things around the room. I have nothing to make the room messy with, so why help clean?
Jasper turned away from his comic books and squinted at me. "What happened to you?" he asked, only sounding half interested. Not that I care.
"Carl threw a rock at me," I snapped, glaring at him with my bi-colored eyes. That seemed to get his attention, because he walked over to me and took my hand away from my nose.
"Keep your head tilted back," he ordered, and then left the room. I did as he instructed, because he seemed to know what he was doing, unlike me.
Jasper came back with two wet rags, and took one with warm water on it to gently dab away the blood from my face. I sigh softly, feeling extremely uncomfortable with this. "You don't need to help me, Jasper I -"
He interupted me by letting out a loud SH noise. "I want to. My parents worked in hospitals, I can help." Well, if he says so...
Carl bardged in through the door and looked up at us. His cheeks became a light shade of pink, and his grip on a rag became tighter than before. After a moment of staring, he turned and slammed the door shut after him, causing the whole room to shake.
Jasper shrugged and managed to clean the blood away from my face with barely any pain. Then he gave me a different rag with cold water to help the pain ease away. "What was that all I about?" I asked after I held the rag to my nose for a moment.
He shrugged and hauled himself onto the top bunk across the room. "He must still be mad."
"Yeah. Maybe."
Carl's POV
I stormed down the hall and back outside. That Jasper, I want to punch him! I should. I should just go in and walk up to him and yell and scream and just punch him straight in the face -
Why am I getting so mad? I need to calm down... Do something else.
I sat in the cool grass, and hugged my knees loosely with my fingers locked together around them. The sun was setting, making the sky turn a light shade of pinkish-purple. 'Pink sky before night, Sailor delight. Pink sky in morning, Sailor take warning.' A childhood ryhme echoed in my mind. I guess tomorrow is going to be nice.
"Carl?" said a fimiliar voice from behind me. It was Daryl.
"What?" I sighed, not bothering to look behind me.
"Whats bugging ya, kid?" he asked in his gruff voice, sitting down about two feet away to the right of me. I didn't want to take about it, but by the look on his face I could tell he wasn't going to leave me alone. Well, I have known him for four or five years... and he's not my dad...
"Girl troubles..." I answer quietly, and I could feel my cheeks become red with embarassment. But Daryl only chuckles.
"With Deryn? Or Beth?" Daryl questions, grinning widely.
"What-? Beth-? No way! I never liked-" I stammered, my face blushing a great deal. Then he gaffaws loudly and slaps his knee.
"Oh, c'mon Carl we all knew you had a crush on Beth in the prison. But, whatever. So tell me whats up with you and Deryn."
