Chapter 13
Put Them in Their Place
"You idiots!" I shouted as loud as I could, jumped off my ridiculous bed, and slapped them both in the face as my face turned red with anger. I continued, "I am SO not in the mood to argue, but you two morons can't just decide to JUMP each other while my eyes are closed! You two don't realize how stupid and childish you look right now! Why can't you just get along?! Do you really need me to put you in your place?!" My voice kept getting louder, and I was breathing hard by now. Jamie gave a hmph of disapproval and walked out the door. Alex was tending to his bloody nose and his eyes looked like they wanted to smack Jamie right side up his swollen face. I sighed, and ran after Jamie, Alex could take care of himself; after all he was a doctor.
--Strike—
"Jamie?" I called, when I got to his ranch. His back was to me, and he was looking up at the sky again. "What do you want?!" I shrugged. "Right now, I just want food," I said truthfully. My stomach growled as if on cue. I saw the corner of his mouth tilt up into a smirk. He responded, "Really, Jasmine. You are just so… interesting." He turned around and I shrugged, then frowned. "You shouldn't have hurt Alex like that, it wasn't fair at all-" Jamie gave a loud, sarcastic 'HA!' and said, "It's not my fault he can't punch-" This time I cut him off, "You don't interrupt me. Like I was saying, you were a total moron for doing that!" He scoffed. "You and your mood swings… Why don't you go tend to Alex instead of the big mean Jamie…" he mumbled. I was angry now. "It's not my mood swings it's your IDIOCY! And I didn't want to help Alex out, because I knew he'd be okay! I don't even know why I try to be your friend if you're just going to push me away!!" I spoke my words clearly, though I yelled at the top of my lungs, and I did something I'd never done before. I recoiled my fist, ready to strike, and threw my arm at Jamie's jaw. "Shi-" he started, but I'd hit him before I'd finished. At first I breathed hard, adrenaline pumping through my veins like a drug. Then, when I cooled down I realized what I'd just done. "Ow," said Jamie, holding his jaw. I gasped and screamed at the sight of blood, "I'm so sorry!" I said, and my eyes were wide. He chuckled, "you sure do hit hard," he said. I frowned, "Let me get you some ice."
--Shut Up, You Whimp—
"Ow…" Jamie groaned again as I lowered the ice on his jaw and jerked it away for the eighth time. I sighed. "Come on, what happened to the tough Jamie?" I asked, irritated. He frowned and responded, "The tough Jamie wouldn't need all this ice." I stuck my tongue out, "Shut up already, you whimp." He shrugged, and the ice he was holding on his eye shifted the slightest bit. "You're so kind," he said, rolling his eyes. I narrowed my eyes at him and spat, "Shut up and stop rolling your eyes, you.." Jamie smiled, "What is with you, do you have a multiple personality disorder?!" he asked, laughing. I groaned and complained, "I'm hungry!!" I shoving the ice on Jamie's jaw. "Oww!" he wailed. "Shut up!" I screamed, and held the ice firmly to his jaw. Jamie chuckled , "You truly are amusing when you're on your little hunger rampage." He laughed, smiling. I scoffed and snapped, "Hmph, well I'm glad you're enjoying yourself while I'm starving!" He scoffed now, "Looks like you've picked up a few of my habits," he said, amused, "You can have something from the refrigerator." My eyes sparkled. "Really?!" I asked, but didn't wait for an answer; I dashed to the fridge, grabbing the first thing I saw (As Jamie had to catch the bag of ice I was holding) and stuffing it in my mouth. I began to chew, and smiled. "This is great!" I said happily. But, when I looked at Jamie, he was shaking his head back and forth, eyes closed. "You stupid little girl…" he mumbled. "What!?" I screamed. He laughed and said, "You just ate a raw fish." My eyes bugged out, and I spit the slimy, disgusting fish into the sink. I frowned and said, "You could have warned me!" He shrugged and answered, "You ran and stuffed the fish into your mouth so fast I didn't have time." "Don't make me sock you again tough guy," I said, and rummaged into the fridge some more. "It wasn't a fair fight!" he said. I was munching on some cake, now. I rolled my eyes and gave Jamie a sarcastic, "Sure," while tossing him an apple, and continued, "You should really eat something, before you get sick. I doubt Alex would let you in anymore," this wasn't a lie, "What were you two even fighting about?" I asked. He frowned, and turned away, "Nothing." I stared at him, "You know one day I'll find out." I said, scheming.