Chapter 9: Alysons POV

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I sat on the chair with my face in my hands. Why is talking to him so difficult? How long will it be until he finally warms up and let's me in? That's it, I'm not going to be told what I can and can't do. I don't care if he yells at me, I'm going up those stairs.
I make my way up the stairs and I find myself looking at multiple doors. Three on the right side and three on the left side. Which one is his room? I keep walking down the hall, surely it wouldn't be the first door, would it? I shake the thought off and look at the second door on the right, there's a "J" engraved into the wooden frame of the door. I face up to the door, take a deep breath, and grab the door knob.
I burst into the room, there was a second of silence. The silence was disturbed moments after, I was definitely in his room.
   "What the hell do you think you're doing?! Didn't I tell you not to come up here? Do you ever listen?" He says aggravated.
   I figure out where his voice is coming from, the far right side of the room. I whip my head his way to find him stuffing a note into one of the cabinets in his desk.
  "What is that? Why are you hiding it?" I begin to walk to his desk only to be dragged back to the door by him.
  "I told you not to come up here. Now get out." He spoke in a flat voice.
    "No. I'm not leaving until you tell me what the hell is going on and why you're rude to me. What have I done to you for you to hate meso much? I would assume you would know how I feel so stop being a jackass and let me in damn it!"
   He loosened his grip and moved out of my way, "Go on, take a seat on the bed. I'll explain."
    We both sat down and he looked into my eyes and asked, "What? What do you want to know?"
 
"I want to know why you keep shutting me out. I keep trying to get close to you. Isn't that what I'm supposed to do? I'm trying and it literally seems impossible. You act as if you don't want anything to do with me at all. Please, just this once. Explain it to me."
     He looked at his hands for several minutes, he slowly looked up into my eyes, and placed a hand on my cheek, "Alyson, if I'm going to explain to you then I need to know I can trust you. I want to trust you, you don't seem as if you would turn around and stab me in the back, but I need to know if you can swear not to tell anyone? Not even your parents or best friends?"
     I locked eyes with him and placed my hand on his, "Yes, I do promise. I won't tell a soul." He removed his hand and grabbed the both of mine. Before he explained anything I felt all his emotions hit me. Did he mean to do that? I'd have to ask, right now his emotions were to much of a distraction to concentrate on anything else.
      I started to see flashes of images, no not just any images but of a girl. Who is she? Why was I seeing images of her? Now the emotion was changing from pain to affection. Why was this emotion going along with this girl? I was so confused. Then it hit me. Is Jasper in love with her? Isn't this forbidden? What does he think he's doing?
   Before I could ask my head started to pound and everything went black.

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