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Edward's eyes are closed and he's rubbing his temples. He look like he's in pain. I want to console him, to reach out, but I can't now. All these guys would just love to have a reason to beat someone bloody. I think the two homosexuals would be good targets. Especially the new guy. Me. I feel their violence and anger. It's the same as last night.

Edward sighs and looks up without really looking at anything in particular. I continue to stare at him and he meets my gaze.

"What're you doin'?" I ask.

He seems surprised by my question. His eyes were wide, and I could feel fear creeping in.

"I… um… I can-"

His head darts to the side and he is very scared now. I see him tremble slightly and feel anger bloom within him. It startles me. He's staring at Emmett, who is glaring at me. He's in an extremely hostile mood. I look back at Edward. He's definitely hiding something from me. I raise my eyebrows at him. He looks at me first through the side of his eyes, but then he turns his head towards me.

"Later, okay?"

I want to know now, but if it is about Emmett, he may not want to say with him so close. I reluctantly nod.

"Later then."

Edward is still fearful, but he seems a bit relieved. The guards call out that breakfast is over and they usher everyone out. I look down at my tray. I didn't touch anything. Edward seems to be doing the same thing, with identical results. We look at each other and sigh.

After what seemed like years, we're finally able to go back to our cells. They made us do so many stupid things. We had to talk to shrinks, tell them how we feel, and shit like that. I had and especially long time, seeing how this is my first full day here. First day out of way too many. Which gets me thinking… Edward has a life sentence too, right? I mean, we both killed our fathers… Surely that warrants a life sentence. It did for me anyway. A life here gave me fear when I was first given my punishment. But now… But now it may not be so terrible.

Because of Edward.

It still never ceases to amazing me on how fast he was able to make me feel like a person again, instead of the murderer everyone said I was. I mean, I am a murderer. I killed my fucking dad for God's sake. But, I'm not awful. No…

I smile. The guard escorting me back to my cell gets a little scared. He probably thinks I'm going to try and attack him. He opens the door and pushes me in after uncuffing me. I give him a jaunty little wave. Yep. Still scared shitless. I laugh.

Then Edward is behind me, finger running down my neck.

"What's so funny?"

I turn around and look into his green, green eyes. My hand makes its way into his hair again. I kind of have a weird fetish with hair. I've never told anyone about it. They'd be freaked. Edward chuckles slightly. I cock my head and remember breakfast.

"So what was goin' on with you at breakfast this morning?"

The smile runs away from his face. I feel awful, seeing how my statement did that to him. Fear starts to ebb within him yet again. I touch his face.

"I promise… I won't think badly of you. Just, please… I want to know."

He's so scared. God only knows what is making him so scared to tell me.

"Does this have anything to do with Emmett?"

He looks me in the eyes and shrugs his shoulders.

"Well, yes and no."

My eyebrows raise, urging him to continue. He just looks at me for a moment. Then, he opens and closes his mouth a few times, as if he kept biting back his words. Finally, he starts to speak again.

"There's no other way I can put this, but I can read people's minds. I don't know why. I've been able to do it since I was 4. Even before I killed my own father, people knew there was something wrong with me. I'd mention things to them that they never told anyone. I knew stuff. Bad stuff people did. Everyone hated me. My mom was the only one who really understood me."

Tears well up in his eyes. He's looking down, trying not to meet my gaze. I lean down a bit so I can look into his eyes. He moves his head around, denying me access. I grab his chin and force him to look at me. A single tear falls from one of his eyes. Lightly, I kiss it away.

"Edward… I'm weird too. I can't read minds, but I can do something else that's strange. I can feel people's emotions. It makes me easy to tell when someone is hiding something from me. For that, a lot of people kept their distance from me too. There is nothing wrong with you or what you can do. You can't change what you're born with, right?"

He stares at me for a while, absorbing everything I've said. He's feeling a whole lot of emotions. Too many for me to fully register. Disbelief rolls off of him, as does happiness, fear and… Something else. What is it?

Lust.

I only just register that when suddenly, his lips are on mine. It isn't like our kiss from last night, which was light and somewhat hesitant. This is rough, passionate and slightly painful. One of Edward's sharp canines pokes my bottom lip, but I don't care. His tongue flicks at mine and he's pulling me forward. We fall and land on a bed. Whose, I couldn't care less. Edward rolls so he's on top of me, straddling my middle while fumbling with the zipper on the front of my jumpsuit. All the while, his lips demand for more against mine. He pushes the top of my jumpsuit off of my shoulders and he touches my bare chest. His fingers are cold, and I shiver. Edward's lips move from my lips to my neck, sucking and licking at the skin.

"Edward… Wait."

He stops. I lean back at the same time he does. There's desperation in his eyes. His lips are slightly swollen and his cheeks are flushed. I feel his anger.

"Why?"

I can't think of a good reason for stopping him.

"Nevermind. Just leave me alone."

He pushes off of me and lays at the very edge of the bed, against the wall, facing it. I stare at his back for a moment. I feel so incredibly awful. Why did I make him stop? Did I have a good reason? Why am I such a fucking idiot?

"Edward… No. I didn't mean it. Please, don't be angry with me. I'm sorry."

"Jasper, I said to leave me alone. Go away."

"Please! I didn't mean it! I don't even know why I stopped you. I was just surprised I guess…"

"Sorry. Now leave me alone."

"But, Edward, I-"

"GO!"

There's nothing left for me to do but to leave his bed. Slowly, I walk to my own and sit on the edge, staring at him. He's laying in the fetal position with his back to me. I lay down on my back, looking up at the ceiling and counting all the ways I ruin everything.

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