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I sit with Jasper behind the bleaches with my head on his lap.
It's raining. You can taste it on the air, feel it. A thick, damp warmth permeating everything.
There's a metallic roar as the heavy wet drops smack into the seats, a misty spray rising from the site of their impact and coating us lightly.
Neither of us care.
The nicotine hit is too important.
We didn't plan to meet here, but just like always, when I decide to skip, Jasper is in our spot.
I'd worry for his education if I didn't know it meant nothing to him.
His only interest is his art.
And Alice.
Everything else falls underneath in some haphazard way, strewn around the place within easy access for him to pay attention if he feels like it.
"He doesn't deserve you."
Jasper's words slice through the pounding rain and I sit up from his lap abruptly, turning to look at him in shock.
"What?" I feign confusion but his blue eyes stare right through me, just like always.
He shrugs, gently tugging me back to lie down.
I take the cigarette to my lips and suck, the air above me swirling with pale white smoke as I exhale.
I'm not surprised he knows, not really.
Jasper is the most perceptive of our group.
I decide I don't mind that he knows, especially because he doesn't say anything else, just strokes through my hair as he hums quietly.
