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is a slut and a lot of boys like her . . . I bet you like her . . . But I don't want you to, I want you to be with me, sleep with me - Have you ever slept with her before?” she asked and instantly memories fasted back to me about Brittany.

I didn't answer her.

“I hate you, you fat, jerkface.” She said, hitting my chest.

"Vanessa, we can talk tomorrow, why don't - "

"Jason, Jason, I feel sick . . . I feel like I want to throw up!" she said.

I widened my eyes and helped her out of bed. I led her to our bathroom and she threw up.

I handed her the tissue and she wiped her mouth.

She threw away the tissue and turned around to walk out of the bathroom.

"Are you feeling - "

She collapsed on me.

I carried her to the bed.

I laid her down and pull the cover over her body.

"Jason . . . do you really want to get married?" she whispered faintly.

I turned to her.

"Well, it's really not an option if we are married or not." I said, scratching my head.

"I - I really don't want to get marry." she murmured, holding out her hand to search for my hand to hold.

"Why is that?" I asked her as I laid down. She held my hand up to her chect. I got to feel her heartbeat. I smiled at that.

She paused for a moment before answering.

"Because . . . what happens of we are really not made for each other?" she said, turning her body side ways to face me, "What happens if we fight and we start hating each other forever?"

She squeezed my hand.

"Do you hate me?" I asked.

My heart beated as I waited for the answer, but she didn't answer.

"Do you hate me?" she asked instead.

I stared at her for a minute.

This is the first time I could really study Vanessa close up (not counting the time that we kissed).

Her dark hair covered the side of her face and her dark eyelashes were long. Her nose is tall and straight and her mouth parted a little. Her light pink, slender fingers were tucked under her face and I could hear her soft breathing.
I almost didn't want to answer her, but I did.

"To be honest . . . I really don't . . . hate you." I said, uneasily. I never confessed my feelings about any girl before, because I never liked a girl this much before. I never truly fell in love before. But, with Vanessa, I never had these emotions before and she kills me with her love.

I looked away from her face.

There was a moment of silence and I thought that she fell asleep.

"I don't think I like you. I hate you from the very beginning and I still hate you. You're fat . . . heavy, you're an elephant, and you are cocky, snotty and bitchy. . . I hate you for that . . . and we are from two different worlds and we are two different worlds. I don't understand how we are meant to be together, weird, don't you think? Yeah, I don't like you and I still don't . . . but . . . I . . . " she said trailing off.

I looked at her one last time and I got up and got dressed.

Maybe it's better off if I sleep in another room

I headed towards the door and headed towards the guest room.

I notice that outside was quieter, but I guess the guest left or I had spent a long time in that room with Vanessa. But whatever it is, I don't care.

I sighed and slammed the door behind me and sat on the bed.

I rubbed my temples and said out loud, "Why does it has to be so damn complicated? Damn it!"

I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths.

I guess from now on I will go my own way and she will go on her own way. I guess we just can't love each other properly . . .

 

 

But I think I'm falling for you . . .

Getting It Back

(Hey, guys, this is Katy, AGAIN! >.< I personally don't like writing author notes so I will keep it short. This chapter is Vanessa's chapter agin, sorry, one chapter for Jason only! How did you feel about his chapter? SAD? HAPPY? ANGRY? DUMB? BEAUTIFUL? . . . And sorry if the formal changed, it was Bookrix's fault, don't blame me, but I will try my best to fix it when I have time,kk? Bye, hope you enjoy this chapter just as much as the rest of the book ;***
XOXO
~KW)

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I woke up really early the next morning. I tried going back to sleep, but I just couldn't and that pounding in my head made me groaned.

I am a hangover. Why did I do this to myself.

I sat up and right away I notice that Jason wasn't in the room. This was just like every morning, realizing that he doesn't sleep here anymore.

I groaned again as a handache kicked in.

I am one dead meat.

I sighed, slowly heading for the door. I wanted to grab something to drink.

I held onto the stair case railing, praying that I couldn't fall.

I notice that nobody was out here - not even the maidens that wake up so early everyday.

10 minutes later, I found the kitchen and turned on the lights.

I opened all of the cabins because I couldn't find any cups on the counter.

Finally, finally a glass cup, I grinnned. I washed it and was about to pour my water when the kitchen door slided open. 

I jumped, dropping the glass cup in my head.

The glass cup shatterred into a million of piece.

I gasped.

Soon realized that it was Mrs. Cohen's proporty and it might be her that's here.

I slowly looked up praying that it wasn't here.

Instead it was James - thank the Lord.

"James?" I said, want are you doing here?" I asked.

He shrugged, "Woke up and couldn't sleep. I saw that the kitchen light was opened so I decided to stop by."

He stared at the glass.

I blushed. 

"I'll clean it up." I said, quickly, "Do you know where the towles are?"

"No . . ."

"But don't you live in this house longer than me? How do you not know?"

"I do live in this house longer than you, but I don't know where the towels are. The maiden shifted everything. I know everything so well here that when I was little, I would just walk in here with the lights shut and I would still know where the food are." he said.

I smirked, "You eat at night?"

He shrugged, smiling a little.

"Naughty boy!" I said, shaking my head and smiled.

"Fine, I will ask you the simplest question, since I haven't been here before. Do you know where the garbage can is?" I said the question slowly.

"Yes, in here." he said, grinning.

"Can you take it out? We need to clean these glass up." I asked.

"We?" he asked.

"Yes, we . . . we are going to clean this. You were the one that scared me." I said and took the garbage can out.

"Fine." he said, dragging his word.

"Are you sure you really don't know where the towels are?"

"Yep, I don't know where they are." he said.

I sighed, "Maybe I have to pick it up with my own hands."

I slow picked up the pieces of glass and threw it out.

"Wait where are the maidens?" I asked.

"Today is there day off." he said.

I nodded and went back to picking the pieces up.

There was a long moment of silence in the air.

"So how are you and Jason doing?" he asked, breaking the silence and startling me at the same time.

I dropped the glass and the glass's edge cut my skin.

My eyes widened.

"I got a cut!" I said, "Bandage!"

"I gonna try to find one, wait here!" James said, running out of the kitchen.

Let's just hope that he knows where the bandages are! I thought to myself.

I stared at my cut for who knows how long, until James came back.

"Here, is the bandage, I tried to find a smaller one, but I gave up." he said, handing me the enormous bandage.

I took it anyways and put it around my cut.

"Great." I said.

I notice that James started putting bandages on his fingers.

"Wait, did I cut you? Look, I sorry - "

"NO! I am just putting on bandage so the glass wouldn't cut me, it will cut the bandage. Since we don't have towels to pick it up, this way is more safe." he said.

I grinned, "Smarticle particle."

"Ok, now, let's pick everything up." he said.

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I dusted my pants off and peeled all of the bandages off, except for the one that has a cut.

"Finally done!" I said, crushing all of the bandages into a ball and threw it in the garbage can using my "awesome" basketball scores. But of course, I am not that sporty type of girl, so I epically missed.

He smiled and threw it away for me.

I stretched.

"Let's get out of the kitchen." James said.

What a coincident? Right after that, my stomach grumbled.

My hugged my stomach and blushed.

James smirked.

"Ok." he said, stretching his words.

"Can you cook?" I asked, blushing even more, knowing that I can't cook and I am a girl. I am not sexist, it's just that I had took cooking class for 2 years and I still can't cook rice or boil water without waiting for an hour realizing that I forgot to turn on the stove fire.

James bugged his eyes, "Unless you want to get poisoned."

I smiled, I guess me and him are on the same boat.

"Can you cook?" he asked, "You're the one that wants food."

"You must have extraordinary taste and patient if you like my cooking." I said, raising both of my eyebrows.

He grinned.

"Ok, so who is going to cook if both of us don't know how to cook?" he asked.

"Both of us." I said.

"Again?" he asked.

"Fine, than do whatever you want, you have nothing to do too. Everyone is asleep anyways and it would be rude if you just wake them up." I said, smiling innocently.

"Fine, what do you want to make?" he asked.

"Omelet." I said, choosing something super simple to made.

"Ok, let's get started."

I grabbed 4 eggs, milk, salt, water, flour and sugar.

"I think those are the ingredients." I said.

James grabbed the pan and lit up the stove.

I crackled the egg.

"What the hell?!"

"What?" I asked, looking at James.

"You were suppose to put oil."

"No you don't!" I said, "Who put oil in eggs?"

"Everyone."

"Not me." I said, shrugging him off and used a turner to flip the egg.

Hey, I can't find the flip turner!

"Hey!" I exclaimed over my shoulder, "I can't flip the egg!"

James laughed.

"Hey! Stop laughing and help me!"

"See! I told you to put oil in the pan before you put the egg."

"Ok, I gotcha, now what do I do with the egg? I'm having a hard time flipping it." I said.

"Throw it away, it's not edible."

I threw the egg away and decided to cook again.

I poured the oil first and than the egg.

This time when I tried to turn it, it was easier.

"See my point?" James asked, behind my shoulder.

I blushed.

Than I put in the salt.

"Aren't you suppose to put in the sugar?" James asked.

"Sugar? In