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Jasper < Bipolar

"You're fucking hot."

I smile faintly before opening my eyes. 

Jasper.

 I take in his appearance. His disheveled hair, his eyes that are puffy from crying yesterday. 

"I'd love to hear that every morning." 

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close, my hands land on his chest and I finally noticed how warm it was in the room. 

I can feel his heart beating under his skin. Entranced, I trail signs on it. 

"I'm serious," he says, "You're hot as fuck."

"And you're a very mysterious person." 

"What does that mean?" I don't look him in the eyes because his skin is so soft, and I don't want to look him in the eyes.

"You keep a lot of things to yourself, like just yesterday I only figured out something about your mom." I feel him go tense under my fingertips. 

"You don't need to know anything." His voice becomes stern and I can practically see him building his wall up again. 

He sits up and climbs over me to get off the bed, standing up he says, "It's Wednesday, you should go to school." 

Leave. Basically. 

 "I mean, if you want me to leave all you have to do is say so." 

He's always pushing me away, but also always trying to get in my head. What is his deal? All I wanted to do is talk. All he wants to do... I don't even know what he wants to do. 

"Come on, I'm your boyfriend." I try not to flinch as I see him cringe at the word, "You can talk to me."

Talk to me. 

He opens his drawer and puts a black shirt on, "I'm not someone who became your boyfriend just to get in your pants," I try to be sincere, I'm trying anything honestly.

"And what if that was my plan?" He's trying to look serious, but it's not working.

"Bull shit," I stand up and grab his jaw, "You cried last night and held me in your fucking arms, that's a sappy ass plan if that was part of it."

He pulls himself out of my grasp violently, "I'm not weak! I'm not pathetic like that," he gestures to himself as if he's trying to make a point that was already obvious.

"But you're human," I raise my voice too, "And you're not dating me for a fuck."

"And why're you dating me?" He scrunches up his nose at me. 

Because you're different. You're not a fucker like Troy. You're real. You talk about things that matter. You'd understand me if I told you about my dad. You wouldn't want to get drunk to ease the pain. You wouldn't advise any fucking drugs. You make me want to be better, you make me feel better. 

"Because..." I can't say all that shit.

"Because? That's all you got. Y'know for all I know you could just be trying to get in my pants. Or using me as a fucking experiment. So fuck off."

I wish I could just kiss him right now, let him know that No, I'm not going to just fuck off, but I can't, because then he'll really think I'm just trying to get in his pants.

"Y'know, you asked me out?" I also know that I shouldn't be trying to make the situation worse, but I deserve a reason.

He turns so his back is to me, "If you love me, prove it to me."