"Damn. Do you wrestle, June?" Lucas asked me in genuine curiosity, and I couldn't stop but groan at his stupid question. Jasper and Lucas had gotten along quite quickly and now they were teasing me together - great joy! I thought Jasper might stop now that another person is here with us. I never, in my deepest dreams, imagined that he'd team up with Lucas to mock me. And now they were discussing about the fight I made today and Jasper was using every damn opportunity he got to heave a little smirk and insult my way. Well, it's kind of my fault too, though - I was the one who actually started this, in a way, because I had started with telling Lucas how Jasper and I were kind of frenemies and now he's an annoying jerk most of the time. Jasper just added more to that, but by demonstrating how much we fought instead of just telling it. We hurled playful insults at each other now and then, and Lucas just laughed heartily at that.

"No, Lucas! I - ugh - I just made a fight because Ava broke my phone!"

"Why are you not mentioning the part where you punched her till she bled?" Jasper asked.

"She started it," I tried to protest, but it ended up being quite awkward because who started it didn't matter - we'd both punched each other, and that's what matters, "I mean... Nevermind."

"I thought you'd start calling me names now," Jasper said, and I looked at him questioningly, "Because that's what you usually do when you don't get some excuse to justify yourself."

Both of them laughed at this 'great joke' while I just rolled my eyes and muttered a ha-ha before slumping on my seat, pretending to be angry, though I was very happy underneath. This travel turned out much greater than expected, even with the embarrassing stuff.

However, my face dropped slightly as Coffee Spot came into sight. I didn't notice that the time was flying past all this while, where we'd been talking, bickering, laughing and even teasing each other here and there. Lucas had to go now.

"Here we are," Jasper sighed, tired after such a long drive and conversation. Getting out the car, Lucas shook both my and Jasper's hand, "Bye June, bye Jasper. And it was great meeting you."

Jasper smiled, "Great meeting you too, Lucas."

He left after thanking us, waving his hand at me and smiling. I smiled back, still in the mood for stupid jokes. This is obviously why I wanted Lucas to be with us on our way back. I may have been a little embarrassed, but that's no big deal, because I've returned the same to Jasper as well. Besides, Lucas is a friend; I don't care if he gets to know something embarrassing about me, especially if it's something like a fight about a phone. I turned to Jasper after Lucas was out of sight, "So, had fun ridiculing me with him?"

He nodded eagerly, "Of course! Did you too have fun with that?"

"Sure," I rolled my eyes, "Especially when I mentioned you mistaking Dorian for being a kidnapper. That was the best."

"That's less embarrassing than yours is."

"Maybe, but your face when I said it seemed otherwise," I said, finally getting a chance to smirk back at him for the second time today, the first time being when I mentioned Dorian's thing to Lucas and watched Jasper go red in embarrassment at his own mistake. One point for June Jacobs, ha.

Jasper looked at me and grinned, "I see you're having real fun at ridiculing me back. Well, people tend to be overwhelmed when they achieve something very difficult."

"Don't try to change the topic here, mister."

"What?" He asked innocently, "I don't even know what the topic is."

"And I don't feel like explaining it either. So, shut up."

"Finally, something acceptable."

I groaned and slumped again.

"Anyways, there's no more 'next stops', is there?" He asked. I shook my head, "No, I'll probably faint if I go somewhere again."

"You've got no stamina, kid."

I glared at him, but decided to keep quiet by myself because this would lead to another stupid conversation and I was too tired to talk any further. I wonder how this idiot here manages to talk even when he's tired as fuck and concentrated on driving. Maybe it's a god-gifted talent for people like him. Though he pretended otherwise, I could clearly see his face being much duller than usual and his eyes looking quite sleepy, although not as much as mine. I was really grateful that he took so much efforts for me today. How could I ever pay back?

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Hoping to finally get a minute of rest, eat something and then get to sleep, I entered my home-sweet-home with my backpack and the stuff I'd bought, and yawned tiredly. But this hope didn't last for long as Jasper followed in with the rest of the stuff and, instead of going to the room and slumping on the bed like I expected him to do, he began taking out everything we'd bought from different shops.

I rolled my eyes, "There's always a 'tomorrow', Jasper. Is it mandatory that you've got to keep everything in place today itself? We just came back after a whole day of work. Go sleep."

Not that I care whether he rests or not, it's just that I felt guilty for making him drive so much and then having him take out everything - more than half of which were my own things too - without a minute of relaxation. I don't want to keep burdening him. Since tomorrow's Saturday, he's always got enough and more time to help me unpack my and his stuff.

"That doesn't matter. I prefer finishing everything up before relaxing, thank you."

Weirdo.

But that's also when I remembered something important I've to do. Today's Friday, and tomorrow's Saturday, and day after tomorrow - Sunday, the awaited day. I can't keep every work for tomorrow because I'll be tired and still in bed tomorrow. Besides, there's no guarantee that I'll finish all the work - which includes working on my new phone, packing the gifts and unpacking the other stuff, and finishing my homework of today's - by tomorrow. However, I can't go to school without finishing the homework I've got, and neither can I go to the party without the gifts or without my phone, because Jasper did say that he wouldn't let me go anywhere without my phone. I looked at the gifts, which had both been covered with gorgeous blue holographic papers, and taped with two cards that had separate wishes for Klaus and Karly.

"Whatever. I think I've got some important work too, so I'll join."

"That's a first," he grinned, "What's your work, anyways?"

"Getting the new phone ready, and finishing some homework," I said, then blurted, "Can you help me with some of it?"

I mean, he obviously can't help me do my homework, I'm talking about the other one. Though I'm fifteen, I'm pretty bad at doing stuff and that includes working on a phone too. Due to my extra clumsiness, there's a possibility of my new phone ending up on the floor again or the sim being inserted in the wrong port or something. I definitely need Jasper's help for something like this.

"No."

"Thanks!" I blurted again before realizing what he just said. No? Why not? I think I didn't hear him right. "Wait, what?"

"I said, no. I'm too tired to help you with your stuff. Go do it by yourself than troubling me, June. Stop being so childish all the time."

I was taken aback. That hit a nerve of mine in so many ways that I felt hurt and confused at the same time. I understand that he's tired, but he was just about to start unpacking everything from the boxes - then why can't he help me with just this? He doesn't even have to do much, it's just working on a phone, and that requires nothing except a sim card. Besides, he did tell me that he won't let me go anywhere without a phone. So if he doesn't help and I've to manage everything by myself, then how will the phone be ready by Sunday? On the other hand, the phone will be completely ready if he helps me start on it. If he doesn't want to help me, he could've said it nicely instead, like 'Sorry, June, but I think I'm too tired to help you today. How about tomorrow?'. But of course he chose the rude way, calling me childish and to stop troubling him. There was no reason for him to say any of that, because I've never troubled him before today in any way; in fact, I've always tried to be less of a burden to him, but he ended up telling me that it's okay and that I can always ask for help. Which is why I asked him this time.

"I'm sorry," I said slowly, afraid of him using that tone again, "I just don't know how to start off with this new phone and -"

"Why don't you know that? You're not a little kid; or are you?"

I'm not, but I do know who's acting like a kid right now.

"I'm not! I asked for help because you did tell me that you won't let me go anywhere without my phone," I rolled my eyes, mostly to myself, "And I do have to go to the party on Sunday."

"Right, I forgot that rule," he nodded, and I was just about to be relieved when he continued, "You're not going then. I can't help you today or tomorrow, and you can't go without a phone either, which means that you can't go."

"WHAT?"

He did not just say what I thought he did, did he? He can't be serious! I just bought all the gifts, assured my friends that I'll be there on time and was about to get ready with my own outfit for Sunday and then he proceeds to suddenly cancel the plan. What about all the money that both of us wasted? Jerk, idiot, asshole! Who does he think he is, my boss? Well, he's not; I'd go to the party whether I have his stupid permission or not, and even if he accompanies me or not. He's the most bipolar person I've seen in this whole world, and now I'm sure that I really do hate him so much. No more sentiments to someone like him. Fucking rude jerk.

"You heard me. You're not going on Sunday without a phone."

"Then help me with it, damnit!"

"I can't, I'm busy."

"You're such a jerk, Jasper," I scowled angrily just as he ignored me and went to my bedroom, taking along with him my new phone and his own stuff, "You could've told me that nicely but you called me childish for practically nothing. Asking for help isn't childish. You're the one who told me to not hesitate in asking you for help. Like, stick to one damn thing, Jasper."

He still ignored me. My chest heaved even more as anger rushed past through my veins, threatening to burst out at any moment now. He had just denied my request rudely, canceled my much-awaited plan with my friends and was now in my bedroom? How dare he?

That's it. I'm going to kick his fucking ass out of my room, whether dad grounds me afterwards or not. I don't even care anymore.

"Jasper!" I called sharply as I entered the dark room, getting ready to start a whole new argument. Where was he? I couldn't see him in the dark, I could only see that he'd kept my phone and his laptop and other things on the desk because of the light from the next room. Just as I was about to turn back and switch on the lights that were nearby the door, the door shut close with a loud bang and the remaining light vanished.

The room was entirely dark and silent as I stood frozen in the middle of nowhere, unaware of where the switch was and where Jasper had went to after locking me here. I guess his plan worked out well; pretend to enter this room and make me follow him here, then lock it from outside just as I was in. What, did he plan to keep me hostage here as a form of grounding? He does know that I can't call either my friends or dad anymore since my phone broke and the new one hasn't been worked on yet. Also, I know only dad's personal number, not his official number; he has been using the official number to call me for the past few days, so something probably happened to his other phone. 

The moment Jasper faces me again, he's DEAD, figuratively or not. Mark my words.

"Fine, you idiot! Lock me here for days or for the entire month, I don't give a fuck!" I shouted furiously, turning around here and there, not knowing where I even stood now.

No response. Not even a little noise from anywhere, either outside or inside.

I rolled my eyes, "Very funny. Should I laugh, Jasper? Are you dead? Is that why you aren't answering me?"

Still nothing.

So he has indeed planned something in his great, cunning brain, huh? No problem then, I know how to get back at him. Staring into space thoughtfully, I turned to the windows and suddenly figured out the way out of my room. Maybe I should go straight to my friends' house and come back only after Sunday, since Jasper doesn't know where their house is and won't come there. I know I'm planning big things now, but that's what happens when you've a jerk for a bodyguard.

But that's when -

"BOO!"

Two hands caught both my shoulders and shook them.

In a second, I was screaming in fright, my eyes shut and my hands clasped tightly to my ears as I heard muffled laughter nearby me. I felt someone pat my shoulder comfortingly and as the laughing died down, it was just a calm but reassuring voice.

"Calm down, June, it's just me."

I stopped screaming, the rapid beating of my heart slowed down as the moment of shock went past gradually, and I turned around to see Jasper. I expected the usual smirk on his face, but instead, he had a pretty concerned face and had stopped laughing at his new joke when he realized that he'd actually scared the shit out of me. I almost had a heart attack.

Not that I'll admit this to him, but whatever.

He switched on the lights and opened the door as I stood completely still, my hands still raised halfway upto my face and my eyes wide. When I finally regained my composure, I quickly converted my face to an angry glare and my hands into fists, which I used to punch his shoulders, "I hate you so much!"

"So I scared you."

"You didn't! I was just surprised. What makes you think that this was such a great prank, anyways?"

He grinned, "The way you shrieked was more than enough a reason for this prank."

I blushed in anger and huffed, "People get surprised when there's a jumpscare, that's no big deal. When can you stop being a jerk, though? First, you deny my request, cancelled my plans and then you prank me with the dumbest joke ever."

"I can stop being a jerk when you finally realize that I was joking and that you fell for it all over again."

I paused, realization dawning upon my face for the umpteenth time today. So he tricked me again, and that too, right from the start, when he called me childish and denied to help me and then cancelled my plans. That was part of his so-called prank too. My eyes went wide and I facepalmed in embarassment internally, refusing to accept that I'd fallen for his prank again and called him so many names when all he had in mind was a mild joke. Can someone just kill me already? It's the third time today that I'm falling for his dumb tricks!

"So...you were joking when you said you can't help me...and when you said that I can't go to the party?"

"Obviously. I'm not tired, and neither are you childish for asking help - everything I said was just a joke. Why would I deny anyways? In fact, I would've offered you help on my own if you hadn't asked."

What a genius, I thought, If only he used his brain for something else useful.

I rolled my eyes, pretending to have known all of this already and keeping my mouth shut to prevent further embarrassment, and pushed past him again, "I still hate you."

I heard a smirk from behind and then he was right beside me, the new phone in his hands as he waved it in front of my face, "I can change that."

"You can't," I shot back, grabbing the phone from him and tearing open its brown covering with the anger that was supposed to be towards Jasper, "And I'll work on the phone on my own, whether you help me or not. I'll prove to you that I'm neither childish nor trying to trouble you."

Jasper grabbed the phone back from me and I glanced up to see that he had a concerned frown on his face as he stared at me and my tone change, "What do you mean? I didn't mean any of that seriously. I already told you, I-"

"Whatever," I replied, gulping away some tears and turning around so that he wouldn't see my face anymore. I don't know what came over me, all I know was that I suddenly felt really hurt and sad even though he didn't mean any of that seriously and even if he did, I usually wouldn't care because he's no one of mine and I don't have to take his words seriously. But now... I felt like I really did burden him with a lot of things, including the travel we did today and the cash he paid for my phone. Maybe I should've stood strongly on my opinion and not let him do anything for me so that neither I or him would feel like I'm burdening him too much. The moment he called me that struck me much worse than I expected, and now, the concerned look on his face made me even more frustrated.

He's probably being truthful when he said that he was joking about that and that I'm not troubling him, but I feel like I am. Maybe that's why I suddenly felt bad. I shouldn't have asked for help.

Jasper sighed and turned me around towards him, smiling at me, "Look, June, I'm sorry about that. I know I went too far this time and that you took my words seriously, but believe me, you did not trouble me. I paid for you and traveled because I'm willing to help you and it's my duty to protect you. You shouldn't feel bad because you never forced me to do anything for you."

I nodded slowly, gradually getting better now that he reassured me and because he was right. I shouldn't feel bad, I never forced him or troubled him... Did I?

I looked at him and smiled back, "Thank you, Jasper, both for helping me choose Klaus' gift and for...everything."

It was uncountable, what he did for me today. He brought me to the doctor, bought me a phone and helped me with multiple other stuff even though I had made a scene at school. Yet I abused him for a stupid prank.

"Anytime. And see, I told you I can change your mood," He grinned triumphantly and ruffled my hair playfully. I chuckled with a little blush creeping on my face, but didn't reply - because he was right. He really did change my mood from being extremely angry to being extremely hurt to being extremely happy at last. Well, maybe not that extremely happy, but better than before. And he convinced me that I'm not a burden to him; that's what matters.

He then proceeded to hand me my phone dramatically with one hand while the other hand was kept around his back, "A gift for you, M'lady."

I laughed at that and took it just as much as dramatically.

We soon sat in front of the desk on two chairs and started working on the phone. Jasper took it out from its box and checked everything that'd come along with it, which included the sim card, battery charger, and some other things and few instruction notes. I watched curiously as he opened the sim slot and inserted the new sim in it, then closed the slot and went over to the next step - which was to add all my contacts.

"Dad, Karly, Klaus, then I've to add your contact too," I said thoughtfully. There were more names, obviously, like Dorian, Mrs.Lin, Brian and some of my other classmates. But I didn't know Dorian's number yet - I'd have to ask that to him on Sunday - and I thought I'll add the rest later, since they're less important than these few contacts. Jasper added his own contact for me and then handed me the phone so that I could type the other contacts too.

Until about nine or so, we worked on it - connecting it with our personal Wi-Fi, downloading apps that I needed and retrieving my important documents and files from cloud. Gradually, I noticed that Jasper might've become tired and needed rest, since his eyes looked pretty dull now. Besides, we'd finished the most important works to be done on a new phone. The rest is stuff that I can do by myself, like managing each app.

"Uh, well, I think this is enough, Jasper," I said at last, "I think I can manage the rest of the work. Thank you for your help, again."

Jasper looked up from the mobile screen, letting me see his face more clearly. Indeed he looked tired, but his usual brightness concealed it over everything. How come he still wanted to help me?

And you called him everything in the world just hours ago, I reminded myself, feeling like shit again.

"Are you sure? There's nothing else I need to do?"

"No, it's all perfect," I said, nodding at the phone. He nodded back and slowly got up, tugged the end of his sweater to straighten it and then took his laptop from the desk. My eyes widened in surprise; is he really going to keep working till the morning or what? Why can't he keep just some work for tomorrow? It's not like there's anything worldwide-important going on right now.

"Don't stare, June," Jasper said, noticing my surprised stare, "I told you, I'd like to finish all my work and then rest."

Instead of replying to him like usual, I nodded quickly and then went out of the room, deciding to let him work in peace without starting another argument with him and wasting his time too. After a few more chores and packing both the twins' gifts in separate bags, I was ready for a great night's sleep. Finally! This is the first time I'm getting to sit after a whole day of work. It's the first time in my life that I've spent an entire day visiting shops and working so much even though I was sort of injured.

Both of us decided that we would skip dinner today. Well, Jasper obviously didn't permit me at first, protesting that I had only eaten one cupcake during the evening, but then I mentioned that he too had only the same thing. He tried to convince me that unlike him, I'm just a teenager, especially a teenager who used to skip food before and had some problems due to that. I still refused, refusing to eat anything until he did.

"I thought you hated me? Then why do you say that you'll have something only if I do?" he asked me, crossing his arms across his chest questioningly at me.

"Because I'm not hungry and you're still asking me to have something. I hate you, so I won't eat anything unless you do; that's my revenge," I said playfully, trying to sound tough. Well, if he isn't having dinner and is forcing me to have it, then obviously, I'll disagree. That's not a matter of dislike or like, it's just a matter of... well, I don't know what I should name it. Manners, perhaps.

"Fine," he agreed hesitantly, "There's nothing here though, we've run out of food. Should we go to a restaurant, or order something?"

We discussed a bit and decided on ordering something, since we were obviously too tired to go out anymore and neither did we have the interest to. I ordered what we liked through my new phone and it arrived just half an hour later - two simple hamburgers along with a small pack of french fries. On smelling the enticing scent of the warm burger and fries, my hunger finally washed in - but Jasper still seemed hesitant to have anything. I guess the drive really tired him out a lot, and sometimes that tiredness causes people to want to sleep as early as possible rather than eating anything. Like in my case.

He had half - not exactly half, though, a little less than that - of the burger and was about to dispose the rest of it in the trash when I pointed a glare at him and said, "You're wasting food, y'know?"

Sighing, he kept it in the refrigerator and sighed at me, "Now what? I'll just have the rest tomorrow. No waste of food and no complaints."

I stood up, the half of my own burger kept in my plate, "I think I'll have the rest tomorrow too, then."

Jasper narrowed his eyes and took out his plate from the refrigerator with a frown on his face, "Enough?"

I nodded in content, "Sure."

We continued our work with me scrolling on my new phone and him working on his laptop and I was too busy to notice that even when I'd finished my own dinner, Jasper had kept it aside with practically no interest in it. When he saw me finish mine and come back after washing, he stood up with a proud grin and kept his plate in the refrigerator again. "Are you still going to keep the non-existing 'rest of the burger' for tomorrow, along with mine?" He asked, smirking. Damn, cunning.

I groaned, tired of taunting him, and covered my head with my blanket in a gesture of anger. He just chuckled at me.