OK, my first House of Anubis fic. Die hard fan. Know a lot about HoA, HHA (Het Huis Anubis), and DHA (Das Haus Anubis). This sort of Jara. Anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: If I owned House of Anubis I would made Jerome and Mara get together a lot sooner. But that will come much later Jara fans. ;)
Perhaps, I Shouldn't Have
God, he felt like an idiot. He opens up to her, breaking down those walls he built up, and leaves him icy cold. He blames those beautiful, warm, brown eyes of hers. He let's her in, tells her about him, everything. But instead of her being with him, she's with him. The Meat-head. The Bloody Git. Why him? Why not him? Perhaps, he shouldn't have let her in.
She was the opposite of him. Loving, caring, warm, sweet, and good girl. Was he any of these thing? Not to the other students. She noticed it. She helped him heal some of those scars; the scars that cut him deep. She closed them. But as soon she was in his arms, those wounds re-opened. And were deeper than before. Perhaps, he shouldn't have let her heal him.
He was using her! His icy blue eyes blazed with anger whenever he heard, "Babe, help me this. Help me write this. Or that." Could he punch him? He dared to have the audacity, the nerve, to do that, his own girlfriend nonetheless. He told he was no good. A meat-head is what he called him. A meat-head that was using her. That was the wrong thing to say. All she did was look him the eye, which blaze with anger, turned on her heel, walked out without single word. That scared him the most. Perhaps, he shouldn't have opened his mouth.
SLAP! That was the noise that everyone in Anubis House heard. An angry Mara and a sadden Jerome. Not a sight normally seen at Anubis House. Mara Jaffray had just slapped Jerome Clarke. His eyes were filled with with anger and guilt. Everyone was staring. Campbell, Goth Pixie, Mercer, Rutter, Martin, his best mate, and Millington all watched the seen. Campbell was laughing his head off, and Mara had her hand raised. What did he just do? He kissed Mara Jaffray. Pretty bold. How did Mara react? She slapped him. Angry she slapped him, but guilty he made her kiss him. Tear were threatening to fall. He quickly turned on a dime and ran, no, sprinted out of Anubis House into a cool, crisp, English night. Perhaps, he shouldn't have done it, but it sure was worth it.
Why? Why did she let him do it? Why? That what was her mind was yelling. The honest truth? She had no idea. What she felt was a slight tingle on her lips. Something she was suppose to feel after Mick kissed her. It felt... right? She head was spinning, trying to make sense of everything. She said to herself that she shouldn't think like that. She doesn't love Jerome Clarke, right? But in the back of her mind, the part she pushed off to the side said another. Perhaps, it said, you should have let him. Should she have?
Morning arrived much earlier than normal to the House of Anubis. Breakfast was done and the students were gobbling it all down, well, almost everyone. Mara looked to her right where Mick was consuming almost half of the table's food and on her left Joy was talking Patricia. Alfie sitting next Amber who near Nina who was quietly conversing with Fabian. On Alfie's left sat Jerome, silently eating, head down, his hair covering his bloodshot eyes. Mara was sure she was the only who noticed his odd behavior. She want to say something. Now was the time. Jerome looked up slightly to grab a waffle, and Mara opened her mouth to say something. But she froze. His icy blue eyes were dull, glazed over, and dead. Nothing was in them. Lifeless, she noted. His mid-action got him some look and especially a worried look from Alfie. He reversed the action, put the fork and knife on the plate, stood up, with his head down and quickly left the room without a single glance. Perhaps, she should have spoken up sooner.
Despite her boyfriend's annoyance and pestering, Mara decide to look for him on her own. She had already looked all over the House. Now on to out side. Where would he be? Leaving Anubis, she had pretty good idea. She hope she was right.
Mara returned frustrated as ever. She looked everywhere. Where was Jerome? And why did she care? Patricia had said "Why do care about the slimeball, anyway?" Maybe she was just bad at searching. Returning to Anubis she saw him, sitting alone. As she walked towards him and was about to talk him, he told her to go away. Perhaps, she should have listened.
It was too much for him. He roamed around town and finally came back at sunset. Just sitting outside on Anubis House's front lawn. And then Icy Queen of Ice had to return and try to talk to him. As she tried to get him to talk, he looked her in the eyes. Perhaps, he shouldn't have let her talk.
His eyes were cold, a coldness she hadn't seen in along time. It was the original cold that Jerome had before she had talked to him. The cold that she saw the day when she asked him about his parents. She knew his walls were up and guarded, well guarded. She broken them down one time and he let her. Now why was unknown to her. But now he was taking no chances. These walls were solidified and tough. She wanted him to talk, she also wanted answers. His eyes showed all sorts of emotion that she was desperately trying to pull out. But they flashed way too much. She begged and pleaded for him to talk to her. The silence was killing her. She wanted answers now! Why? Why? Why? His only response, "You know why. You're smart girl, Mara. You know why." Jerome stood up and calmly walked back into the House. Perhaps, he just wanted to not be figured out. Perhaps, Mara shouldn't have tried to do so.
Perhaps, Mara shouldn't have fallen for Mick. Perhaps, Jerome shouldn't have fallen for Mara. Perhaps, they shouldn't have.
So now I ask, did you like it? Was it boring, sad, awesome? Or was it an epic fail? You tell me. Click that button at the bottom and leave a message so that I may be happy or sad. Your choice.
~Lord Zeus
