Chapter 33: You Are Mine

Jasper leads me further into the mansion and plops me down on some gaudy-looking sofa in the living room, the cushions harder than a slab of concrete as I bury my face into them. Did I seriously almost pass out like some weak b*tch at a tea party? What the hell is wrong with me?

Jasper collapses down in the chair beside me with a heavy sigh. “Care to tell me what the hell is going on, Saz?”

“I fucked up, man,” I mumble into the cushions. “I fucked up big time.”

“Is it Allie?” His head lazily rolls towards me, annoyance clearly displayed in his eyes as I look up at him.

“What?” I spit. “You have a problem with her?”

“No. It’s just—” He balls up his fists in his lap, looking away.

I sit up, surprised at Jasper's redding face. He’s usually not one to fumble over his words but here he was searching for them on the dusty carpet. “Jas. You okay?”