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"I don't think she likes you"
"She hardly likes anybody."
"But she does not just dislike you. She loathes you. "
"I wonder why."
"Wonder why, indeed."
Jasper smirked at me, as if he knew a secret I didn't, and he probably did, turned back to sharpening his knife as I sat by him, playing with dull blades. He always used his knife so carelessly. I told him to practice his shooting skill countless times, but all he's ever done was patting my head and told me to lighten up a little.
"You know," Jas raised his knife up to his eyes level, against the sunlight so that the blade reflect the light so handsomely, before and put it down and pick up another dull one. "If you'd just try to at least talk to her, maybe she'll realize that you're not much of an emotionless asshole she thought you would be. Maybe you can be friend."
"I don't think my emotionless asshole attitude is the problem, Jasper."
"Whatever." he quipped, still focusing on the knife. "I'm just saying; it might be good for you to have some friend. You're always so alone all the time. It worried me when I'm away." Jazz gazed down at me eyes narrowed with concern, then he shook he head a little and went back to his task.
I turned my head to look at Tanya, a fourteen years old girl with light ginger hair. She's sitting on a rock with the other two girls and a boy, Lauren, Jane and Alec- they're just coming from combat training, guessing by their attires -the girls were talking loudly and laughing, paying no attention of the disapproving looks from Irina, our day care taker. The boy was quiet though, just looking on the conversation without making any comment at all.
As if he heard I was thinking of him, the blonde thirteen years old boy turned his head straight at me with an unreadable expression on his face. His eyes, from the distance looked almost black, sharp contrast to the pale blue that were Jasper's which were on me again. "I know you're okay with being alone." he said. "You're never seem to bother by solitude like everybody else, but little mouse, you need some allies. Someone to be on your side when you're in danger." The black eyed boy's still staring at me, "I can't be that for you, when I'm away, no matter how much I wish I could. What if that guy does it again? Who would help you, huh? What if he-" Jasper was visibly shaking, his hand clenched on the handle on his half-done knife, ready to push it into anyone who dare to touch him...me.
"You're worrying for nothing, Jasper." I turned away from the strange boy, and focus my attention on Jazz. "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
Jasper snorted bitterly, his eyes darken, "Not last time, no. No you can't." He walked around the stone wheels, and crouched down to me at my height level. This up close, I could see the faint lines of a long scar ran across the right side of his face, and a small cut on his sharp cheekbone. I ran my finger lightly over his sun-kissed skin, traced the line of his face; his face retained of youth yet his eyes were wise, this boy has seen too much too soon. "I can't take—no, I won't take it, if anything were to happen to you. You're too important, little mouse. You're too important, and I'll be damned if anything were to harm you. Last time—"
I traced my finger over his lips and ran both of my hand on his cheeks, pulling his gaze on mine. I smoothed over his furrowing eyebrows, and smiled at him, my right hand comb through his blond lock and pat his head lightly. "Lighten up, Jazzy." Handed him a new dull blade, I pushed him to his work post again, "And get off your bum, learn to shoot properly. Honestly, it's embarrassing how bad I can beat you at that."
"Oh, piss of."
-*B-L*-
Every bedroom doors for the children bedroom has no lock. It's not strange that when you leave your bedroom unattended any longer than ten minutes, you're going to come back to an upside down mess, because apparently, nothing is private here. What's yours is mine and vice versa.
No one dare to touch my room, though. The last girl who did, I sent her intestines scattered across the wall. They stayed away ever since.
My room was like any other rooms of the children, medium sized; queen sized bed, a small closet and a bathroom. Plain, simple, and functional. I had never been to the other children room, except Jasper, he had a beautiful wall full of knifes and floor covered in clothes thrown around carelessly like the boy himself. I hadn't been to his bathroom, though. I was kinda scared.
I took off my black Mary Jane, and put them carefully beside my closet. My socks were next and then my white knee length dress. I took my hair out of my pony tails, wrapped myself in a towel and make myself a bath. My body was far from being fully developed, my chest was flat and I was still very short. The room has no full length mirror, the only bathroom mirror it has was too tall and I couldn't see myself at all. But if I take the desk chair and stand on it, I could see my face, and it's surprised me sometime how young I looked.
To be fair, I was only nine.
And for a moment, I felt small.
The bath didn't take long at all, clothes in a light nightdress, standard girls sleeping attires, I burrowed under the cover and pray sleep would come fast tonight. A satisfying sleep would lead to a less moody day, and I might be able make some new friends for the sake of Jasper peace of mind.
Of course, I would still have to convince them that their intestines would not be blown out if they irritated me. Tough.
Just as sleep about to engulf me, my door cracked open. My nightly visitor is here again.
"Hello, Isabella." he spoke. His tall stature approached me and I felt like screaming. "I've missed you, my darling. Did you miss me?"
A/N New chapter is here! I'll work on the new one soon, i promise. School has been busy, still is, and life has got a bit hectic. Drop your review and say hi! It really does help motivate me to write. Again, no beta, so grammar mistakes are everywhere. Thank for reading!