Okay. I guess that wasn’t so bad.
I flop down onto my bed and think about him against my will. No matter how hard I try to sleep, my thoughts just wander back to Lennon, his smile, his eyes, the steadiness of his voice when her reassured me that I was worth his heartbreak. It makes my stomach twist with butterflies. My phone buzzes and I look at my screen. Lennon. Should have known.
Lennon/You have to admit, that was fun.
Jasper/I will admit to nothing of the sort.
Even as I typed this, I was smiling.
Lennon/ You, Jasper, are a stubborn woman.
Jasper/The most stubborn woman you woman you will ever meet.
Lennon/I'm starting to see that.
Jasper/Well I have to go, have a test tomorrow.
Lennon/Right. Science test. That’s for reminding me. Night jazz.
Jasper/Night Lennon.
I drifted off to sleep somewhere between 12-1 in the morning, and woke at 5 am from my usual nightmare. But there was something different about this dream. I could see the person from behind the one way mirror, mocking me with their laughter.
Lennon.
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