I was distracted the rest of the day. I couldn’t concentrate during class, and all I could think about was how worried Jensen was. He was so worried about what Seymour might have planned for us that I could pick up his emotion, which meant it was REALLY strong. I can usually only pick up very intense emotions, like rage or terror or passion, and it is usually accompanied by a headache. That this was different meant that my ability was changing, but I couldn’t focus on that.
As soon as the last bell rang I hurried out to the car. I wanted to talk to Jensen, preferably before Jared came out. To my surprise, Jared was the one sitting on the hood of the car, his head down. Jensen was no where in sight, so he was probably still in the halls.
“Hey,” I said when I reached the red car. He nodded, but didn’t look up. I frowned. He wasn’t reading a book, which meant there was something on his mind. Had he found out what Jensen had told me?
“What’re you thinking of?” I asked, dropping my backpack to the ground. He didn’t look up.
“Nothing,” he said, but I could hear the shame in his voice. Frowning, I reached over and lifted his head up by the chin. He didn’t resist, and I gasped when I could see what was wrong.
He had a bruise the size of someone’s fist blossoming on his right cheekbone.
“What happened?” I asked, gently brushing the ugly purple mark. He winced, pulling away.
“Nothing,” he said again, looking away from me.
“What’s going on?” Jensen called, finally arriving. I glanced back at him, but let Jared answer.
“Same thing I told Katey, nothing,” Jared said, but he looked over at Jensen. Jensen frowned, slowing.
“That doesn’t look like nothing, what happened?” he growled. I moved around to sit next to Jared on the car while Jensen took a good look at him. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have said Jared had gotten off easy with only a bruise. But I knew Jared; he was more than capable of taking care of himself, and could have avoided being hit. What was going through his head at the time was beyond me. Did he like being hit? Did he think it would make him cool?
With some coaxing from Jensen he finally opened up and when he was done with his story, I could feel the rage flowing off of Jensen. Time for some intervention before he did anything rash, like beating the bully into the ground, as he was threatening to.
I stood up and grabbed my bag from off the ground. “We can talk about this at home,” I said, walking around to get in the passenger’s seat. Jensen glared at me but after glancing at Jared huffed over to the driver’s side.
“I still can’t understand why you let him beat you,” he grumbled, but Jared didn’t answer right away. It wasn’t until we were driving away, following the directions to the house Jensen had gotten that he gave any kind of explanation.
“I just want to be normal,” Jared said into the window he was staring out of. I glanced back at him, startled.
“So it’s normal to get the trash kicked out of you?” Jensen snapped. Jared turned to glare at him.
“No, but being able to kick his trash back is not,” he countered.