Rose’s PovI do not need to turn around, nor do I have to ask that person who they are. I feel his body shake vividly behind me – his hands resting on my shoulder. Just by his touch, my body and mind know exactly who angrily stands behind me. The spacious room now suffocates us from the dangerous silence – we are all anxiously waiting for the storm. I doubt that he is going to let this one go- and by the way the girls in front of me shake, I know that they know it to.“So…” he starts of, “what do we have here?”. To most, it would sound as if he is just another friendly student who is meeting up with some friends after a long time – but we know…we know better. Jason slowly makes his way around my chair , his left hand rest on my shoulder. It feels nice…it feels like to feel protected for once. relish this moment , I welcome this warm fuzzy feeling I get when I feel the warmth hand flow

“So how are you feeling after the library incident?” he asks me . Should I tell him I am okay , or tell him the truth?“I am okay…I – I am just worried about the video’s and rumors that’s going to be going around…” I say in honestly.  “Hmmm…” he sounds, either thinking deeply or indicating that he understands me.“Well, not to worry…” he says, which kind of annoys me. How can I not worry?“…after what had happened today, I’ve decided that you are definitely not attending classes for the next three weeks…” he finishes , a mischievous grin appears upon his face. Rose’s Pov“Excuse me?” I ask , praying that I heard wrong. He smirks but he never takes his eyes off the road. I do not need an answer from him , his smirk answers me

I shift my weight from one foot to the next, as I am trying to get the confidence and bravery to walk up to him and help him with his fist. I can not shake the feeling of sadness I feel when I see the blood falling from his hand into a puddle on the floor. The smell of his blood and the puddle reminds me I need to get my act together and help him. I shuffle towards him , my head lowered and my eyes glued to anything else except him. I place the first aid on the counter , I unpack it’s contents. I have not used one of these in so long , and I am afraid that I might do something wrong. I think I should wipe the blood out first. So wake around him and retrieve the paper towels. Before turning towards him again , I take a huge breath knowing that I need to get close to him in order to wipe his hand free from his blood. I turn to him and walk super slowly – wishing that it would take me an eternity to get there however, I eventually get there.

I annoyingly sigh as if the headache was not caused be me and I move to the side of the bed. My legs dangle over the edge of the bed , while I centralize my feet just above my comfy slippers. When I successfully slip them on I walk to my door. I think a midnight snack will help me – a midnight snack and a cartoon. A midnight snack like ice cream and other goodies – my tummy loudly growls at the thought of the surgery goodness which is ice cream.“Come on beasty – lets fill you up” I giggle , rubbing my tummy while walking the passage that leads to the kitchen.Jason’s POVHow could I have been so stupid?!! I internally yell at myself while I pace up and down around my room. Sleep is psychically impossible as my mind does not give me an ounce of peace. My brain is bursting with thoughts , regrets and cringy memories which make me squeeze my eyes hoping to crush that memory.Your

After sprinting to the lounge and lowering the volume, I pray I have no disturbed anyone – especially Jason. I run to the kitchen and get my ice cream which I let sit on the coffee table. I try to open the duvet but I struggle as I get wrapped around it. After fighting my way out of duvet jungle , I finally settle down…and right on time too!My favorite part of the introduction plays , and being a Spongebob fan – I mimic the yellow sponge dude. I pretend that I have a long yellow noise as him , and play it like a flute with him. I always did that , I will never miss any opportunity to copy that action. If I don’t do it , then I must be an imposter.  Jason’s PovLittle Rose – and I say this because I can clearly see that she is deep in her little space – sits snuggled up on the sofa. Her blanket wrapped around her , making her look like a caterpillar in a cocoon. The television&rs