A New Life

Chapter Nine

I haven't spoken to anyone in my house except Octavia for almost a week. My bruises have almost faded away, but I'm still furious at Bellamy, and Clarke's pissed off at me for yelling at him. And to add to the mood, it is raining heavily outside. The small plants are getting pushed to the earth by the strong water force. It's supposed to be summer-school let out not too long ago-but here it is, raining cats and dogs.

Speaking of which, it would be nice to have a dog. I've seen stories of people traumatized by horrible events, and dogs help them cope. Maybe it's because dogs can't speak to judge you, but they will listen to you talk. Maybe it's because they will stick beside you, no matter what.

So I sit in my bedroom, perched on a white desk chair, in front of my bedroom widow, watching the rain pour down in sheets. I feel like I'm sitting in a movie. So what better way to make this moment even more cliché? Add music, of course! And so I do. High Hopes by Kodaline. It matches the mood.

Someone knocks on my bedroom door, and I don't even know the purpose of doing that, because they enter before I can answer. "Hey, Ally." The voice belongs to Jasper. "I'm here to get you out of your funk."

"I'm not in a funk." I snap at him. Jasper laughs quietly.

"Really?" He asks, placing another desk chair beside me, and sitting down, "Because you haven't spoken to practically anyone for a week, and now you're sitting, watching the rain, and listening to sad music, like in one of those cliché movies."

"Shut up." I say sternly, and punch him in the shoulder.

"Come on. Your birthday's in two weeks, Ally. Snap out of your funk." Jasper says, rubbing his shoulder.

"I told you, I'm not in a funk!" I say, and try to punch him again, but he grabs my wrist lightly to stop me.

"Ok, ok. Just stop punching me." Jasper releases my wrist. "Maybe, you should just apologize for yelling at Bellamy."

I should apologize for yelling at Bellamy. Even though I had quite valid points, I still shouldn't have yelled at him. Wait. How's Jasper know? Octavia must've told him. I decide not to bring it up.

"You're right." I say, ducking my head.

"Woah. Did you just say I'm right about something?" Jasper says, smiling.

I stand, and shove him so he falls off the chair, still laughing. "Shut up, Jasper."

"Ok, ok." He stands up. "I'm going to head home now."

I follow him down the stairs and in front of the door.

"Look how much progress I've achieved! You're out of your room!" Jasper laughs.

I hug him just as his fingertips meet the door handle. It feels good to hug a best friend. And that's what Jasper is. A friend. Right?

He wraps his arms around me, and I can feel his smile. I pull back. "Do you have a ride?" I ask. "It's pouring out there."

Jasper jingles keys in front of my face befoire leaving. He waves before I shut the door.

I turn around, and see Bellamy and Clarke in the kitchen. Without a second thought, I run into him and hug him. "I'm sorry," I say, crying. "I'm sorry."

It must take Bellamy a bit to process what's going on, because he doesn't hug me back right away. But when he does, I cry more. Because, even though he isn't my father, he is my sort-of-brother. No, wrong. He is my brother.

I pull away, and hug my sister. "I'm sorry, Clarke." I murmur.

"It's ok. It's ok." She says, soothingly. "It's ok."

Ok, sorry for the short chapter, but I have a question for you guys. Should Ally and Jasper get together?
Thank you for reading! ._.