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"Mara!" Jerome tried to catch up as Mara walked briskly ahead in the early morning air, in a rush to get to school even though they didn't need to be there for another 20 minutes. Mara kept walking, trying to ignore his voice. "Hey Jaffray!" he grabbed her bag and she spun around to glare at him. He took a step back "What did I do?"

"You started dating Patricia when you know that Eddie still likes her! And I'm sure she still likes him!"

"Girls are girls Mara. Whether they've suffered a break up or not." Jerome stated simply. He was not expecting what came next. He was not expecting Mara's hand to come flying towards him and slap him across the face.

And whether it was because his bag was particularly heavy that day, or he was standing on an uneven patch of grass, or he was wearing Alfie's shoes instead of his own. Or maybe it was all of these things. He fell backwards due to the small amount of force Mara had placed into it.

Mara instantly felt awful and crouched beside his head, placing her hand where she had just hit him, healing it. It healed in a few seconds, and there would be no bruise. She watched him for a moment.

"Mara," he said, watching her. Mara stood, shaking her head at him, and walking away. Jerome stood up slowly and his eyes drifted down to the ground. How old was he? He picked his phone out of his pocket and brought up Patricia's contact number, he rang her.

"Hello?" she answered on the second ring

"It's Jerome,"

"Oh hi!"

"We're over." And he clicked the phone shut. Patricia breathed a sigh of relief on the other end.

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"That relationship ended pretty quickly," Eddie sang as he walked into Jerome's room. Jerome looked up at him, pulling out a green head phone.

"Hypocrite," he murmured,

"Touché." Eddie sighed "Help me get her back Jerome. I miss her," Jerome's raised an eye brow at him.

"Ask her out again, right now," Jerome tilted his head in the direction of the door "She wants you back now. In case you didn't realise, you guys break up every three days."

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"I'm just saying," Joy cried "You're spending a lot of time with my boy friend!" the two of them were in the dining room, by the fire place.

"I was healing him Joy! And so what if we're friends? We were friends since before you started dating!" Jerome walked in, attracted to the sound of large voices, attracted to the drama. He turned invisible, watching the girls fight from the door way.

"Oh come off it Mara! Patricia told me you like him," she stated meanly. Mara gasped

"I do not!"

"Liar," Joy sang "And you're jealous I've got him and you haven't!"

"What's going on?" Mick asked, walking in. he stood beside Joy, looking between the girls.

"Mara's yelling at me," Joy said, putting on a baby voice

"What?" Mara cried in dismay. Jerome walked in, visible

"She didn't say anything mean to you," Jerome stuck up for her, hands rammed into his pockets. This was him trying to get her to forgive him.

"Shut up Jerome!" Joy snapped. "You shouldn't be eaves dropping anyway!"

"How can you be so stupid and annoying at the same time?" Jerome scoffed sarcastically.

"Hey! Who are you to talk Clarke? You're annoying!" Mick cried, stepping forward. Mara moved to stand in front of Jerome

"Don't talk about him like that Mick!" she cried

"You're all about the judgement, aren't you Mara?" Mick cried "Leave my girl friend alone!"

"I didn't say anything to her! I swear!"

"You try and play the good card all the time Mara! But we all see through it! We know you don't care about us!"

"That's not true Mick!" Mara cried, eyes watering.

"Mick's an idiot," Jerome coughed under his breath, obviously everyone heard. Mick pushed Mara to the side harshly and she fell in the mantle of the fireplace. Crying out in pain.

"Mick!" Joy gasped, covering her mouth.

"Don't touch her Campbell. I'll get you expelled out of here faster than you will believe. I know people, and we all know that the supposed 'sports scholar ship' that you go in on was only a-"

"Shut up Jerome!" Mick growled, shoving Jerome harshly. Jerome shoved him back harder, but this just made Mick angry, he kicked Jerome in the shin and pushed him backwards, Jerome stumbled and fell, knocking the wall with his head, causing the broken lamp that had been placed on the top shelf to come tumbling down and smash on top of him.

"Jerome!" Mara cried, pushing Mick away and crouching beside Jerome. "Oh why are you wearing red?" she mumbled. Moving all the glass away, she removed his shirt quickly.

"I'm gonna be sick," Joy cried, running from the room.

"Oh my god," Mick mumbled, stepping back "I-I'll get someone…"and he dashed from the room. "It was an accident!" He yelled as he zoomed all over the house looking for Trudy "An accident!"

Mara placed her hands over the gaping wound in Jerome's chest, healing him, but it was a deep wound, it heeled slowly. Too slowly. "Jerome! Jerome! Oh please say something!" tears sprung to her eyes, as she pushed hard on his chest, trying to stop the blood flowing out, his blood oozed onto her hands, such a bright crimson red, such a healthy red. He couldn't die, not now.

"Calm down," he wheezed, tilting his head back, neck muscles straining, sweat making his skin glisten. Mara let out a relieved gasp at his voice.

"T-talk Jerome. Please, just talk," she moved her other hand to try and cover as much space as possible.

"Kinda hard, Mara," he panted

"Okay, I'll-I'll talk," she nodded, thinking of anything that came into her mind "I-I've always loved the colour scheme in here, h-how about you?"

"Because I think about the colour scheme," he answered, and still managed to put the sarcasm into his voice. He could feel the blood falling in droplets down his body, and it was not a pleasant feeling, like warm all over. He wanted to close his eyes, but Mara's hands on his prevented him from doing so. Mixed signals of pain and happiness shooting to his brain.

"Alright, how about….um…I-I….I…I don't know! I don't know!" the tears were falling from her eyes because he was getting paler by the second. Because his blood wouldn't stop. She shut her eyes tightly, but kept her hands on his chest.

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Mara blinked, bright white lights blinding her. Was she dead? Stranger her mind pondered She hadn't been feeling ill recently. Maybe it was a sudden thing, maybe she was shot….

"Hi," came a hushed voice. Mara turned, only then to realise she wasn't dead, there was a healthy Jerome sitting in the chair beside the white bed she was on, watching her. Mara tried to sit up, but she was covered in wires. She looked down at her wrists to see the needles and winced.

"Wait. Wait, how am I here?" she asked, eyes getting use to the light. Jerome was dressed, in a pink shirt with a black waist coat, dark jeans. He looked clean and fresh. Like the whole accident had no effect on him.

"You passed out," Jerome stated, eyes twinkling in the dim light. Mara managed to readjust herself so she could see the room, and she felt wires on her face, tubes up to her nose. She looked down at her hands, and saw his blood.

"I remember now," she whispered, holding out her hands. Jerome looked at them. He shook his head at her

"Someone as innocent as you shouldn't have a power where you could see so much horror," his hair was brushed forward, making him look slimmer and younger. And he felt fine. He felt as if nothing had happened. Mara had heeled him before she passed out, and then the ambulance had come, he didn't even have a scar. But that was one of Mara's traits, when she healed, she left the skin flawless.

"Where is everyone?"

"They're all outside, they weren't allowed in."

"Oh. Wait, then how are you allowed in?"

"Huh? Oh, I told the doctor we were second cousins," he answered simply. Mara's eyes widened

"And the Doctor believed that?"

"Hey! I'm very convincing! Especially when covered in blood," Mara managed a small smile, she brushed some hair out of her face, shut her eyes tightly and opened them again. "What's wrong?" Jerome asked, frowning. Mara sighed, hair falling gently onto her shoulders

"Nothing. It's just that, it's like the image of you bleeding, is stuck in my head,"

"Oh," Jerome stood, walking over and sitting himself on the edge of the bed, looking down at her "Maybe I could take your mind off things?" he leaned down, eyes focused on her lips, closer and closer

"What are you doing?" Mara managed, moving away, looking at him shocked. Jerome watched her, and managed a slight chuckle.

"What do you think Mara? I like you, I want to kiss you,"

"You want to kiss me?" Mara struggled with the bluntness.

"Yeah," Jerome answered easily, but then noticed the look on her face. His eyes widened when he realised "You don't like me back," he said in a quiet voice "Do you?" Mara trembled slightly, but she shook her head, Jerome nodded. "Right," he sighed, running a hand through his hair "Well that's embarrassing," Mara didn't say anything, watching him.

"Jerome-"

"No. I get it Mara," he shook his head "I just- I don't know, I thought it was obvious,"

"Right," Mara echoed quietly.

Jerome walked out, leaving Mara to rest. He didn't know where it came from, but the look on her face when she thought he was dying, surely that meant love? He didn't know, he'd never felt this way about someone before. And he assumed that if you felt so strongly about someone, that they would automatically feel the same way.

Jerome had no idea how love worked.

So Summary: Joy getting angry with Mara only resulted in pain for Jerome, physically and mentally. And now Joy knows that Mara likes Mick, and Mick feels terrible for upsetting Jerome. Patricia and Jerome are over, pretty much as quickly as they started, and Eddie over reacted on their relationship. But how will Mara take Jerome's new found love for her?

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