Chapter 12

I woke up this morning in a good mood. I wanted to see Jagger again. Last night he gave me his cell phone number.

At noon I called, no answer. At one o'clock I called, no answer. At three o'clock I called, still no answer. Is Jagger avoiding me? Did I do something wrong? Around six o'clock, it got dark and around six thirty, Jagger called me.

"I called you earlier," I said, clearly upset that it took him this long to call back.

"I know, I'm sorry. I was awake all night, so I was asleep."

"Why were you awake all night?" I asked confused.

"I was thinking about you," he said sweetly.

I giggled. "How sweet," I cooed. What the hell is wrong with me? I thought. I'm giggling, smiling. And saying stupid, sappy things like How sweet. Am I losing my mind?

Before I could figure that out, Jagger asked, "Would you like to go out again?"

"Sure," I replied, "pick me up in a half hour." We hung up.

I had to call Jodie at work again to tell her I was going out. Because it is Sunday, she said to be back at 10:30 pm.

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Jagger got to my house at exactly 7:00 pm. Apparently he walked, because his car is not here.

"Hi," I said as I came out of the house.

"Hey," he said to me.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Just for a walk."

"Oh...okay." This is weird, if I wanted to walk, I could have gone on our treadmill.

After about 5 minutes of apparently aimless walking, Jagger looked into my eyes and said, "Let's go to the cemetery."

I stopped dead in my tracks. "No," I said sternly.

"Why not? You don't like the cemetery?" He looked a little annoyed.

"No, I don't."

"Why not?"

"It's a long story."

"We have plenty of time," he told me.

We continued to walk and I told Jagger everything. About my dad dying, why I'm always sad, why I refused to get in his car, and why I won't go to the cemetery. The whole time, he listened. I actually did not cry this time. I am stronger than that.

"I'm sorry," Jagger said to me when I was finally done talking.

"Don't be," I told him. "I don't need sympathy. I don't need people to feel sorry for me."

We continued to walk in silence until we came across small park. It had a few swings, a jungle gym, and a few benches. We sat on one of the benches. Jagger held my hand while we sat.

"So," I said casually, "I've poured my heart out to you, now tell me about yourself."

"Alright. I have one sister, Luna, one brother, Valentine. I moved to America about a year ago."

The whole time he was talking, I listened and stared into his hypnotic mix matched eyes.

We walked back to my house when he stopped talking. He is way more boring than me. He is a normal teenager. As far as I know, he has a good life.

At my house, we stopped at my front gate, and I said, "Goodnight."

Before I could walk away, Jagger kissed me. He kissed me with passion. When he pulled ack, I giggled, and blushed so much.

I walked to my door and heard Jagger say goodnight, but when I looked back, he was gone.

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Jagger's POV

I can't believe I'm falling in love with that human. That was not the plan. The plan was to kill her because she reminded me of that little pain in the ass, Raven.

She is not much like Raven. She is much prettier when you compare them. She is smart and very strong-willed. I still can't believe that she refused to go to the cemetery with me. She is also very depressed. Even when she smiles, I can see how hurt she is on the inside. I wish all of her pain and suffering would just go away. I don't think I am the right person to make all of that pain go away. I might hurt her more, and I don't want that to happen.

I know Jagger is a little OOC, but I like him this way.