Teardrops of Roses [Completed]

Chapter 11: Soft Extra

Enjoy calming this piano piece to set the mood :) You can play it in the one and only Jasper/Narrator's POV ^^

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C h a p t e r    E l e v e n 

I was still feeling giddy when I sat down in my Math room seat and inhaled deeply as I recalled my encounter with of an actual golden girl from the night before. Unlike Cassie, Mel, and Samantha, Lea was the real deal.

As my mind drifted to the picture that we had taken together, pinned ever so lovingly at my desk, I came to the conclusion that if meeting my idol was my only major lifelong accomplishment, then so be it if it brought me this much happiness. It was justified.

A smile crept up my face as I sat, taking in the silence in the empty classroom. I had been early at school again but there was no way in hell was I going to idle in the hallways. I'd learned my lesson, thank you.
I stiffed a yawn and put my arms and head over the desktop to rest my eyes for a while before waking up when class started. 

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 Fighting what was my millionth yawn today, I rubbed my eyes and ate the last bite of my lunch. As usual, Mandy and Luke were having another row. This time the argument was about who could predict what was going to happen next in one of the latest popular tv shows that everybody at school seemed to be barking on about.

Of course, this was all foreign to me. My only tv time was when Lea's Mission Affairs was on. 

"Oi Rose, seriously can you tell Mandy to like, shut up for a second?" Luke turned to me. "I can't even think straight when she keeps mentioning how cute Geoffry is. Like how is that possible?"

I was just about to reply when I saw that he had already turned back to Mandy and was going off again.
"Like seriously, he's the most evil, backstabbing, and irritating bastard in the whole kingdom! How does he even look remotely appealing to your eyes?" He injected with his hands in the air. 

"Well okay, even though I don't like his character I... Oh I don't know! I am just somehow drawn to him okay? I can't help who I like!" Mandy retorted taking a big sip of her juice box.

I began to pick at my fingers. Whatever peaceful feeling I had been feeling had begun to drift away that instance with Mandy's words. A pair of blue eyes plagued suddenly in my head. I exhaled deeply and rubbed my temple as a cold feeling settled in me. 

The feeling stayed as I walked reluctantly into the English block. I looked to the left and right before walking into the room.

A visible sigh of relief escaped my body as I noticed saw that he had not yet entered the classroom leaving me to be able to walk to my desk up the back in peace. Like in the morning, I placed my head on the table and closed my eyes, drowning out the chatter of students to a low buzz in the background. My head was starting to spin, maybe I'd used up all my energy last night with Lea and was coming down with something today. 

I was glad that I was somehow able to keep myself afloat until the end of the class. I'd kept my head down the whole time, trying to avoid the watchful gaze of Mr. Green, hoping he won't penalize me for not putting my hands up during question time. Thankfully, he didn't call on me today, he just offered soft stares which I still refused to return. 

Though, from my brief stolen glances at him, it seemed that Mr. Green himself didn't look like he was feeling too well today either.  His eyes were lacking their usual radiance and his face seemed to have a more sunken appearance. There must be a flu going around. 


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Jasper/Narrator Side
(Play the music from the video if you want to :) 

He'd told everyone in class that he'd had a bad night's sleep. It wasn't a lie – the massive migraine that orbited his head like a fuzzing orb of electricity, sending sparks of pain every now and then, served as a constant reminder of his sleepless nights. But of course, he was determined to stick it out. He had to... He will. Regardless of the flashbacks. He'll get through it on his own.. just like he's always done.

As he gave his class a brief description of the coursework next week, he scanned the room, searching for something, anything to distract him.
And at last, the teacher was able to meet the soft brown eyes of his student. As he caught the brief blush of red cheeks on the odd girl, he felt a little more at ease. Jasper even managed a little chuckle. 

The room seemed to stop spinning for a moment while he was able to concentrate on the familiar and warm gaze. He soon found himself unconsciously yearning for more. However, because she was just a girl who had nothing to do with his circumstances, he had to remember to refrain himself. 

It was a struggle to stay afloat some days, but with times like these, he was glad he could momentarily forget. 

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As the day came to an end, Rosie collapsed in her bed not even making it to dinner. Feeling too exhausted to deal with her unaddressed feelings, she pulled the corner of her blanket over the top of her head on a curve, leaving a gap for her nose and mouth. At least her bed was warm and cozy she thought. Always a welcoming place to make her feel relaxed.

As one slept soundly asleep, another tossed and turned in his bed. It was cold and hard, despite it being the 8th rental mattress he'd tried. It seemed nothing was able to give him a good night's rest. Not even the prescription pills were working; the Doctor even had him on a higher dosage.

He bundled up at the end of his large bed with his blankets around him like a roll, imagining he was a 4-year-old again. Yes, a toasty warm bread roll, straight from the oven that was homemade, like one his beloved Grandmother used to make. He could still taste them to this day.

Eventually, when the air got too thick, he kicked off all of the covers and slept on his side with his knee up to his body instead. Searching for the warm brown eyes, he finally fell into a restless sleep.

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