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Cast In Stone

Chapter Fifteen

That was a major close call! It was thought to be almost next to impossible for them to sneak Jackson out of the school without being seen by Deuce or anyone with a big mouth. But now, Jackson was finally at home and able to relax. He'd just gotten out of the shower and into some fresh pajamas, after looking after the wound in his lower abdomen and re - bandaging it; everything felt much more at ease. He honestly felt like he could relax now.

He thought about what he'd be missing today. His mind wandered to Mad Science though. 'Oh shit, Hack!' he thought worriedly. 'I bet he's worried sick… but, I know at least he'd understand.'

Jackson made his way over to his new bed. It was honestly the comfiest thing he had ever been on, he swore so. He bounced ever so slightly to gain comfort. He was the type of sleeper who enjoyed being sound and embraced. So he had two pillows by his head and one on either side of him.

Perfectly comfortable, the last thing he wanted to do was move. That was until his new phone went off. "Damn it, go away." He muttered to himself.

The more Jackson tried to ignore the phone, he just couldn't bring himself not to answer it. He turned over restlessly and picked it up. Cursing when he realized he had to actually touch the screen and slide to unlock it. He took his sleeve and wiped the fingerprint off, the iCoffin doing all sorts of random things.

"I really, really hate this thing." He muttered bitterly as he closed various applications to get to his messages. He'd spent the ride home clearing the various pages that the iCoffin had on its main screen, he set it up how he enjoyed it. So at least that part wasn't bugging him anymore.

It would be alright if he could learn how to use it better.

Not stalling another second longer, he read the message.

Hey you, I know you're not feeling well so I'll do my best to keep this short so we'll just talk about a couple things. First of all, you're on a free mobile texting application right now. If you actually do come to like the phone, you can set it up for real. Like, in your name and what not. So, you can actually get rid of the phone if you decide you don't like it. I just thought I'd get you something you needed – a new phone – and treat you all at the same time, but I'd rather you have a phone you'll genuinely like instead of having to deal with something you hate. Secondly, this is going to sound really strange, but I've been thinking about you a lot lately. Like seriously, a lot. You're the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep and you're the first thing on my mind when I wake up. I haven't really felt this way about anyone before. Well, there was this one casketball game… but yeah. I mean, I'm looking at the clock right now… wondering what you're doing. How you're feeling… I hope you'll get better soon. Text me if you want to, you don't have to but it'd be really nice to hear from you :)

'So much for keeping this short…' Jackson thought to himself, rolling his eyes slightly. But he took a moment to read over the message again, and again, again… once more. He could feel sincerity coming from it. When Deuce had said he hoped that Jackson would get better soon, he felt this slight warming sensation. It was that of sincerity.

He started to compose a reply but then remembered that Heath had said he was sleeping. He didn't want it to seem like Heath was lying, even though he was – no one needed to know the difference. He just exited out of the message, pressing the power button on the phone. Heath had taught him that was basically how to put his phone on idle, the screen going black and entering its own little hibernation.

Sighing yet again, he turned over and pulled the comforter up over himself. Trying to settle down to sleep best he could, but having nothing to think about other than Deuce's message.

Sitting in Ge – ogre – phy next to Cleo de Nile, Deuce sighed heavily as he returned to his currently assigned work. A bright idea came to his mind as he grabbed another piece of lined paper, writing down what was asked of them to complete this period. "What'cha doing, boyfriend?"

Deuce finished what he was writing, his hand more or less scribbling across the paper. He then looked to Cleo and warmly smiled. "Not too much ghoulfriend, I'm just uh… taking notes, but not my notes. Just, in general. What's happenin' with you?"

Cleo raised a perfect eyebrow towards her boyfriend. He'd been acting a little strange lately, but she didn't think anything of it. It wasn't too far out of the norm so she didn't feel that she should be too concerned. "Nothing much, just this work that's totally useless. I wish school were over so we could spend time together. I missed you Deuce."

He nodded in acknowledgement. "I missed you too. But here's the thing," he began cautiously. He didn't overly want to anger her but he did want to get his point across. Deuce wasn't a male who enjoyed confrontation. He usually tried to avoid it when he could get away with doing so. In most situations anyway, there were exceptions of course. "we kinda sorta… well, have you ever had the feeling that even though you're with someone, you're not really feeling them?"

Cleo's eyes narrowed in Deuce's direction. "No." She flatly stated.

Deuce felt his cheeks get warm with blush, "Oh. Well then. Alright."

She sounded relieved that the conversation didn't go much further, but Deuce himself wasn't relieved. He really needed to talk to Cleo but he almost felt like he couldn't do so anymore. They used to be so close. Inseparable. Now… they were greatly separated or so it felt. Could he actually talk to Cleo anymore? He had no idea.

Turning away from Cleo a little, he heaved a soft barely audible sigh. He let his mind wander off as he continued writing the instructions that were given for this class. 'I really gotta talk to you Cleo, I just don't know how to anymore.' He thought to himself hopelessly.

He then began to focus on a topic that made him feel so much better. Jackson. He bit his bottom lip in thought of the normie's typical appearance if he were here right now in class. The darker hair with the blond… glasses, a nerdy style to him. He was so, attractive and Deuce couldn't help but to think so. Even the way Jackson spoke, he talked with so much intelligence and wisdom but was the same age as the gorgon male himself.

His own curiosity burned within, he was very intrigued by Jackson's family situation. All he knew so far was that he and Heath were cousins, he didn't even know how or through whom. He greatly anticipated getting to know Jackson Jekyll a lot better than he did. He just could not wait.

Tada! Here it is. Reviews are greatly appreciated! :)