"G'night!" I yelled down to everyone. I'm in my bed. With a huge, hideous, plaster cast on my leg. NOT comfortable.

Jasper lied next to me. "Mia, I forgot to as you something."

"What?" I asked, ignoring the pain in my leg. God, painkillers take forever to kick in!

"How did you get in between Ricky and I so quickly?" he asked, brushing my hair with his fingers.

"I…I'm not really sure.." I said. "I didn't really think about it."

He's got a point. One second, Rosalie had a hold of my arm. Next second, I was pinned to the ground by Jasper.

"I just…ran." I said.

"You ran? That fast?" Jasper asked me, fascinated. "Maybe this has to do with the venom in your blood."

"I don't wanna think about it right now." I said, remembering the ordeal with Ricky. I shuddered.

"Are you okay, love?" Jasper asked, holding me.

"I think so…Just afraid." I answered.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here for you." He replied, rocking me to sleep.

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Ugh, I never knew how complicated it'd be to go to the bathroom in a cast. I'm gimping back to Earth Science.

"Oh, Mia." A smooth, syrupy voice said behind me.

I turned around.

"Can I talk to you about something?" the woman asked me. She has gray hair and a round head. Her smile creeps me out.

"Uh…Sure, but who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Mrs. Brightengold, the school's counselor." She said, still flashing that creepy smile.

"Okay…" I answered. "So, what's this about?"

"Well, Mia, I've been monitoring your behaviors for the last few months, and I think that you have an early onset case of bipolar disorder." Still smiling. What the hell.

"Well, you know what I think?" I asked, annoyed and angry. "I think you have a waaaay-too-late-to-do-anything-about-it case of creepy-know-it-all-psych disorder."

"Calm down, Mia. You are experiencing a manic state. You are okay. If you give me one of your parents' phone numbers, I'll call them about this. I realize how hard it is for teenagers to communicate with their parents.

.GOD. Think fast...Um…Jasper!

I sighed dramatically. "Okay, my dad's number is 527-7374."

"Thank you, Mia. And good luck. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again soon!" Mrs. Brightengold said, pivoting on her heel and sauntering away.

….Woooow.

Brrrrrring!

Ah, I have to find Jasper. Quickly hobbling on my crutches, I caught him walking out of chemistry.

"Jasper!!!" I yelled out.

He spun around. "Hi, Mia." He said smiling.

"Jasper, do you have your phone with you?" I asked.

"Yes, but why?" he asked.

"You need to take me to the nature trail. Now!" I said, quickly.

"Okay…" he said. Sneaking out of the school, he picked me up in one arm, my crutches in the other. Running to the nature trail, he asked, "What's going on?"

"Mrs. Brightengold is going to be calling you any time now. I told her you're my dad. Pretend to be Austin, please!" I said, babbling.

"Mia, dear, why is the school counselor trying to call your parents?" Jasper asked me.

"She thinks I have bipolar disorder." I mumbled.

He paused. "Well…Do you? I didn't read anything like this in your records." He said.

"Umm...let me think." I said sarcastically. "No! And, you've read my records?"

"Well, yeah. What else do I have to do when it's midnight and you're asleep? Sure, I usually stay with you, but sometimes-" he said until his phone went off.

"Remember! Austin!" I said.

He smiled. "Yo." He put the phone on speaker.

"Hello, is this Mia Jeffris' father?" Mrs. Brightengold said into the phone.

"It's Austin. Yeah, Mia's my kid. Wuzzit mean to you, foo'?" Jasper said.

I slapped my hands to my mouth to muffle the laughter.

"Well, Austin, I've been monitoring your daughter's behaviors-" she started.

"Whoa-what??" Jasper said.

"I've been moni-"

"Yeah, I get it. I'm not stupid. But, why've yo been watchin' my baby?" he looked at me, smiling.

She sighed. Yes, she's getting annoyed! "Well, Mr. Jeffris, I try to keep an eye on all of our new students. It's usually hard for-"

"Whatever, yo. Enough excuses. Just get on with it already." He said, really getting into it now. He's so adorable.

"I think Mia has bipolar disorder." She said, now sounding tired. Ahaha, this is great!

"And who are you to tell me this?" Jasper said.

"I thought you'd want to know so you could get Mia further mental health attention." She said.

"I can take care of her just fine, thank you very much." Jasper said, his expression becoming a bit more serious.

"I never said you couldn't, but-"

"I've heard 'nuff crap, dawg. Peace." Jasper said, hanging up.

We looked at each other for a few minutes. Almost simultaneously, we broke out laughing.

"She's so creepy!" I giggled.

"I understand she's doing her job, but yeah. I agree." He laughed. He picked me up in his arms, spinning me around a few times. "I wasn't lying though, love."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I can take care of you." He whispered, kissing me passionately.