Becoming a DeMarlo

11: "I just wanna see her."

a.n:

hey all. i'm so sorry for not updating for so long. my grandpa passed away from covid and with this being my senior year in highschool, everything has been wild. it's been 2 months since his death and this is the first time i'm going back to writing. i will eventually pick up with the rest of my stories, but i wanted to thank you all for being so patient. i'm uploading 4 chapters of this book right now, and i hope you all enjoy. <3

Chapter 11: "I just wanna see her."

That night, I was dreaming good things. Stuff about Tyler mainly. Me and him slow-dancing, me and him sharing an ice cream cone, me and him—

"Fuck."

I opened my eyes to see a dark figure in my room.

Without hesitation, I opened my mouth to scream, but the figure was quicker than me, and shoved a hand over my mouth.

I recognized the smell of alcohol.

"Shh. Shut up. Don't scream. It's me. Jasper."

He slowly removed his hands.

"What are you doing in my room?" I hissed, scooting away from him.

"I'm trying to find your lights. Where the fuck are your lights?" he asked, stumbling around in the dark.

How much alcohol did the dude drink?

"O-Over there. To your right," I whispered, watching him fumble with the wall.

When the lights were finally turned on, we both groaned from the brightness.

"What do you want, Jasper?" I sighed, covering myself with my duvet.

I didn't trust him after the whole trying-to-strangle-me stunt he pulled.

"I want to see your face," he mumbled, coming closer to me.

"What?" 

"Let me see your face," he demanded, pulling the duvet away from my head.

"No, what the fuck are you doing?" I spat, fighting to get away from him.

He landed a sharp swat on my thigh.

"Don't cuss," he grumbled. "And calm down. I just wanna see your face."

"Why? You're acting so weird!" I argued, beginning to get really creeped out by his behavior. 

He held my wrists together and sat on top of my legs. I really considered screaming.

Jasper must have realized it too, for he quickly spoke in attempts to reassure me. 

"Calm down. I just... I just wanna see her."

I stopped fighting him.

"See who?"

Jasper remained silent, looking at me with dark, blood-shot eyes. He looked like a mess, with his curly hair tousled and his stubble making him look much older than what he really was. 

"See who, Jasper?" I repeated.

"Mom. E-Everyone says you look like her. But I don't know. I don't see it that much."

Was he crazy? Mom and I were basically twins.

I bit my lip in response, not knowing what to do or say. I sat still for a few moments before mustering up the courage to speak again. 

"Do you.. Do you remember what she looked like?" I carefully asked, not wanting to anger him. 

"Just bits and pieces," he sadly mumbled.