Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and Mary Jo.

Sarah lay in her bed, feeling totally depressed about what Herman had told her. She was so distressed, that she had skipped dinner. Her stomach hurt, but Sarah was not sure it was lack of food that caused her to feel this way or if she were just sick with worry. Her eyes were red from crying for the past hour. Tears now stained her face as well as her pillow. She did not want to give up her chance with Jareth, but she didn't want to just give him up without a fight either. It all boiled down to one big question: Did she want to risk getting him into trouble with his father, or did she just love him to much to care?
Mary Jo knocked on the door. Sarah did not even care about keeping her friend out in the dark. She was too sick with her own troubles to even care if her friend was worried about her or not.
"Are you okay, honey?" asked Mary Jo. When Sarah did not answer, she tried again. "You know, I really don't appreciate you keeping me out like this. I am your best friend in the whole world and I deserve to know why you are acting the way you are." Sarah wished she hadn't said that. Because now she didn't only feel sick about what Herman had told her, but she was now burden with guilt. This weighed heavily down upon her heart and mind.
"Come in," said Sarah wearily. She heard her door open and then close again. There was a slight rustle of sheets as she felt her friend sit down beside her on the bed.
"Oh, dear," gasped Mary Jo as Sarah turned to face her. "Why are you crying like this?" Sarah couldn't bring herself to say anything for a long time. The words were caught in her throat as she tried to speak. It took a few minutes before she could even calm herself.
"I am forbidden to see Jareth," she finally managed to say.
"No!" gasped Mary Jo. "Oh, sweetie. I am so sorry. Why not? Is there someone else?" Sarah shook her head violently.
"No, it's nothing like that." She wiped her newly made tears on her sleeve. Because she was trying to hold back the tears, it took her ten minutes to try and explain what had happened. Once she was finished, Mary Jo looked at her with great sympathy.
"Oh, I wish I could find some thing to say to you that would help you," she replied. "I have an idea," she said as she drew Sarah upright. "Why don't we go to an all day spa tomorrow? You can let it all out, treat yourself, and perhaps your mind will be clear enough to possibly think up a solution to this whole dilemma."
"No thanks, M.J.," sighed Sarah as she lay her head back down on her pillow. "But thank you for the offer. Perhaps another day." Mary Jo shrugged, pat her friend on the arm, and left her friend once more alone. ~*~
Jareth was in his throne room, sulking once again. He felt this pain in his heart; a pain that he had never felt before. He did not know what it was. Could this be the feeling of rejection? He could not bare it any longer. He had to see Sarah just one last time. As he stood to leave, he saw that, in the entrance of his throne room, his father was there, looking at him.
"What do you want?" asked Jareth coldly.
"I'm sorry to hear about you and that Sarah girl," he said. But Jareth could tell that his father was lying; mainly by the big smile on his face.
"What do you want?" repeated Jareth through clenched teeth. He could feel his face growing hotter and hotter.
"I just want to tell you that I wouldn't go back to your sweet Sarah anymore," smirked Herman as he walked nearer to Jareth with every word. "You see, I popped in to have a chat with her."
"NO!" cried Jareth. "Father, please tell me that you didn't say anything cruel to her."
"Never got a chance to," replied Herman. "Before I could make myself known to her, she began talking to herself. She was saying good ridence and that she never wanted to see your- What was it that she said?" Herman scratched his head mockingly. "I think, if memory serves me right, that she said, 'I never want to see that big, ugly jerk again.'" Jareth growled.
"You lie!" he exclaimed. "I know she didn't say that!"
"Just go ask her yourself," smirked Herman. "You don't have to take my word for it."
"I won't," growled Jareth. As he stormed towards the door, Herman yelled,
"I guess this is what I get from telling the truth!" Jareth stopped in his tracks and turned to his father.
"How do I know that you aren't lying to me?" he asked.
"Well, my boy," said Herman with a thoughtful look on his face. "You have known me all your life. And you just met this girl ten years ago. And you haven't even been keeping close contact with her. Who are you going to believe?" Herman saw that he had won. Jareth stormed out of his throne room, but without the intention of going to see Sarah. He was going to his room, and Herman knew it. A winning smile came over his face and he whistled triumphantly as he walked out of the room and down the hall.