"Hello, Genevieve," Mark smiled in response, his hands clasped before him as he forced a warm smile behind his icy eyes.
It was the kind of smile that left one attempting to clear their throat with coughs and splutters, but she decided the effort was not worth the unclear outcome and settled into discomfort with grace and a warm smile of her own. "Nice party, huh?"
The gir
Jasper sighed, pulling his phone away from his ear with frustration before he placed the device on the counter in defeat and took a seat on a stool by the kitchen bench. Tiredly, the man ran his hands over his face, an attempt to rid himself of the concern that clutched him.His house seemed all too silent without her; the girl he had known for the span of a few days, the girl that remained such a mystery to him and left him begging for more.
The sun that streamed into Genevieve's room and through the sheer glass of her window woke her as she stirred. Shifting onto her back, she was fully aware of a headache that obscured her vision with an angry, white haze, her eyes and chest raw."Hey," She was greeted by a soft voice, softer than the naked morning sunlight that danc
"Can I take you out for lunch?" Jasper broke the silence, his fingers working the buttons of his shirt back into place as his eyes watched the girl, sorting through her drawer in search of a fresh set of clothes.
Jasper reached for Genevieve's hand, clasping his fingers with hers as his thumb traced patterns against her skin, his spare hand on the steering wheel as his car jumped to life with a low purr of its engine, and crawled from her driveway.
Genevieve pulled the door shut behind her silently before she turned with light feet and began to creep through the hallway, gripping her phone tight in her hand, eyes wide and alert.
Genevieve easily swung the storage space of her locker open and crammed her binder inside with contrasted difficulty, swinging he door shut once more and clicking the lock into place. Her steps were groggy as she spun on her heel, they were even havier as she began to make her way back through the halls.
Jasper lifted his phone away from his ear once more, placing the device onto the surface of his desk as he watched Genevieve's contact slip into voicemail. He switched his phone off only a moment after, sliding the device away from his sight as he wrestled away the pressing need to contact her.What had she thought of what happened the previous afternoon? What had she thought when she walked through the front door only to see him in the company of her mother? Through it all, he did not know how to make sense of what he had heard from Mona
Genevieve scrunched her nose as Pansy exhaled a long curtain of tar fumes, cigarette smoldering between her fingers as the shorter girl watched from the sink."When?" Pansy's question was simple enough, voice curling through the silence of the bathroom before the space settled back into an absence of sound.