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Need Is A Serious Word

Jasper

After yesterday and everything that happened, Lucas couldn't leave me alone. I went home and Friday at 7:45 AM sharp, he was at my door ready to go to school.

"Since when do we go to school," I questioned with drowse in my voice. 

"Since we neglected our posts as backstage workers." He chuckled.

He was being very touchy and, trust me I'm a touchy person too, he was being too touchy after a while. 

When I was driving he would put his hand on my thigh. And right when we got out of my car he would walk very close to me as we walked into the school, brushing his hand against mine every other second. 

At first I was really digging it, but then a couple days passed and he still wasn't giving me my space. He'd ask to spend the night every night or for me to come over his house, I mean, we were always together. 

I didn't mean to hurt his feelings, I just needed space to breathe.

So on Wednesday, I finally snapped.

I was working on cues for pulling backdrops in and out of scenes, but I was really struggling. Lucas kept coming back to try and help by putting his hand on my back and saying "now" every so often. I was really frustrated already and couldn't handle him touching me.

"Jasper, no, like this," he pushes up against me and puts his hands over mine, trying to pull at the rope.

Without being able to stop myself, I turn around on him and grab his wrists, pinning them to the wall beside the pulley. 

He looked wide-eyed and confused, "Wh- what's wrong?"

I must've been fuming, "Stop. Touching. Me. All. The. Time." I grumble.

Lucas' face falls to full on confusion and he tries to get out of my grip, "What're you talking about?"

I look at him incredulously, "What am I talking about? Lucas, you've been touching and feeling on me nonstop for days. At my house every minute, in my car, at my locker and putting your hand on mine. I need space."

He searches my face for answers, "I thought it was okay."

He looks disappointed and my face falls, "It-it is. Just not all the time, okay? How am I supposed to know I'll miss you when you're gone if you're never gone. I need- We need to know that feeling, okay? Okay?"

A mask falls over his face and he looks calm, "Okay. Can you let go of me now?"

I let him go and he slips past me to the stage. 

I don't see him for the rest of the stage crew practice.

~

Lucas won't answer my phone calls when I leave practice. So I decide to go to his house.

When I get to his house and see that his mom isn't home, I choose to just walk into his house. 

I walk in and head up to his room, opening his door and seeing him laying on his bed.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He growls. 

Ah, hard ass Smol Bean is back, "What the fuck are you doing?"

Quickly, he scoots off his bed and stands me up, "Well you're in my house so you could tell me what you're doing. I could call the police." He gestures at me and gives me a fake smile.

"Are you serious? Oh, you're serious. You are so petty!"

"I'm petty? I'm petty?" He yells back.