He hated his blonde hair and it’s course curling. If ever he failed to, Jasper would go to him. Xnx When the door finally closed, Jasper let the cancer of his absence invade him. He was much too afraid to feel anything else. “Don’t you want to make your own friends?” he asked meaningfully, eyes alight with irritation, cheeks flushed with fury. They spoke of boys, like Jasper, who were attracted to other boys—though the way in which they spoke of it was far more vulgar and demeaning. He hated his scars. Jasper basked in her dejection, would chat happily with Edward about menial things as the hour passed. Edward cringed. Shuddering, he’d call his name as if Edward might hear him from across the house.
