"Hey, Jasper!" Rosalie smiles as she slides into the bathroom. She sets on the back of the toilet tank and puts her feet on the closed lid. "Can you log onto my Facebook on your computer? Alice said she was going to message me about a sleepover she's having for her birthday next weekend."
I don't even acknowledge that she entered the bathroom. I keep scrubbing my teeth.
"Hello?" She asks sarcastically. I spit in the sink and duck my head under the faucet to wash my mouth out. "C'mon Jasper. Please?"
I keep ignoring her as I unscrew the lid off of the mouthwash bottle. Rosalie sighs, and I gargle.
"Why aren't you talking to me?"
I spit again, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and walk out. Rosalie follows me out.
"Seriously, Jasper, what's up?" She keeps asking. I head to my room, but she grabs my hand to stop me. "Why won't you talk to me?"
I look over my shoulder at her for a second before shaking her hand off of mine and leaving her in the hall. I slam my bedroom door without looking back at her.
It's been two weeks since she got grounded, two weeks since the lawyer told Carlisle and Esme to let Emmett decide when to see his father, and two weeks since I talked to Carlisle. Rosalie has been very short with Carlisle and Esme, Emmett has been spending the past two Saturdays with Garth, and I haven't spoken to anyone since then.
Not even Rosalie.
She's pissed about it, but I'm pretty annoyed with her too. If she doesn't have time for me between Emmett and Alice, then I don't have time for her.
I pull my laptop from under my bed, power it up, and log onto my Facebook account. I check my friend requests, I've actually gotten a lot more than I expected to from kids from school, check my notifications, and finally click on my messages. There's a message from my Dad that I've left sitting in my inbox for the past two weeks.
You've always been good about keeping your mouth shut. Your Mom is somewhere in Maine. I left her after you and Rosalie were stolen away from us. You were the only thing keeping us together. I haven't talked to her in years. If you can get Rosalie to message me that would be great. She's a lot like your mother. You're more like me though. What grade are you in now? What things do you like? You're not planning on going to college, are you? When you turn eighteen, I can get you a job at the factory I work at. You start at $15 an hour and can make up to $20. They will even hire felons. Have you gotten any felonies?
Even I can't deny how strange his message is. After Rosie and I were stolen away? He doesn't know what grade I'm in? Have I gotten any felonies? He hasn't talked to me in years and he ends the letter asking if I've gotten felonies at the age of fifteen? But as confused as I am about the seriousness of the questions he has, I type a message back.
Rosalie has been acting weird lately. I haven't talked to Mom since we left. I don't have any college plans right now. I'm in tenth grade. What do you make at the factory? I didn't know you had a felony charge.
It's short, but effective. I hit send, power off the laptop, and wonder downstairs. Rosalie sits with Esme on the couch, whining that I won't talk to her.
"Honey, he may just need some time to himself. He'll come around." Esme promises her. Rosalie stares at me as I come down the steps and head into the kitchen. I grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator and look at the calendar on the wall. Carlisle is working until two o'clock today, so I'll have to find a way to keep myself busy until he gets home. He's been working on finishing some paper he wants published, so he's been spending tons of time in his office, and since I keep to myself and don't interrupt him, I get to hang out in there with him. I can do my school work, read, draw, play around on my laptop. It's pretty cool, and much better than running around avoiding my sister.
Hi guys! So this is obviously a shorter chapter, but I wanted to hurry and get it up. Review and let me know what you think!