Are You my Father?

"I'm your... daughter"
My mom died when I was 10, I was put into foster care. I finally found my dad, but what happens if he doesn't want me?


31. Chapter 29



   The school was in chaos when I got there. I didn't know why so I put my books down on a bench and walked over to the large crowd that was gathering. I couldn't see anything so I pushed my way to the front, ignoring all the annoyed mutters. When I got to the front all I could see what Jasper there on his knees. I raced towards him and kneeled beside him. His face was frozen in a horrified expression. Tears forming at the brims of them. He brought his head into his hands.

   "No...NO, NO, NO!" He was screaming into them. I rubbed circles in his back...totally forgetting about the crowd.

   "Jasper..." I whispered. "What's wrong?" His head snapped up, anger in his eyes. He shoved my hand away and pushed me backwards. I gasped as I hit the ground, anger flaring up in my eyes. "What the hell!" I shouted. He slowly got up and towered over me. His shadow cast over me, blocking the sun from my eyes. I glared at him as I got up and brushed the dirt off my pants and sweater. "You mind telling me what that was all about?!" It started out as a growl...but became a yell soon after. His eyes became darker with rage. He grabbed me by the hair and threw me to the ground. As I hit the ground, I turned and kicked his legs out from under him. I showed my teeth at him when he landed next to I was bout to bite him...maybe I was... I gave a real growl as his face came closer to mine. I was leaning forward as I gave another growl. I know it sounds weird that I's just that I was so pissed that I couldn't make any word form properly. He smirked at my attempts to scare him. His face turned hard again when he reached his hand up. I flinched back...thinking he was gonna hit me...but when I didn't feel anything I opened my eyes again.

   "You really think I was gonna hit you Rose?!" He hissed, getting closer to my face again. I scowled and pushed his face back with my hand. His eyes closed like he was trying to control his anger. I heard someone yell from behind us in the crowd that I forgot was there.

   "Hey love birds! Get a room!" A chorus of laughs followed it. I froze. What?!?! My head snapped sideways to try and see who said it...but everyone was so crowded I couldn't tell. I turned back to Jasper.

   "What is he talking bout?!" I hissed, eyeing him suspiciously.

   "Don't look at me like that!" He growled. "Give that look to your boyfriend! He's the one that started this!"

   "What?!" I yelled again.

   "Dustin...he's not as nice as you think..." With that he got up, offered me a hand, and pulled me to my feet. "That's...what I was trying to show you..." He whispered. I looked to my left to see a huge poster covering the brick wall. My eyes went wide...


  We had raced out of that court yard like rabid dogs were chasing us! People were yelling things at us like, 'Keep it PG!', 'See you later Jose!', 'The love birds are at it again!', and 'They just can't get enough of each other!' I rolled my eyes as I thought back to these things...but now we couldn't hear them...we were in...Jasper's house...again. It made me shudder to think what almost happened the last time I was here...thank God Kirsten had shown up...I don't know id I would've been able to stop it myself. We had been here for almost four hours. We had ditched school and had driven straight here...thank his parents weren't home! Jasper was upstairs getting changed into sweatpants as I explored some of his house. I stopped by a large trophy case. There were Soccer (football) medals in there, along with some others. He must've been really athletic...but he didn't really show it. I ran my hand over the smooth glass that closed off the golden statues. Footsteps behind me startled me, and I spun around. He stood there with only grey sweats on; his chest, abs, and v-line stood prominent. It took all my strength not to stare at his glistening, beautiful, tan skin. Man I shouldn't be thinking like this!!! I shook my head to clear the thoughts, but it just made him smirk more. He came over, careful not to touch me...but leaned against the trophy case with his forearm. His head leaned down a little so he could look me in the eyes.

   "Did he do this?..." He trailed off. I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned my back against the glass, crossing my arms over my chest. I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't want to think about it if he did...but a voice inside my head was telling me that he wouldn't do something like this...well...maybe he would if he knew... I didn't even know if he knew! I sighed and shook my head, putting it in my hands. Tears were threatening to spill over, but I squeezed my eyes tighter to stop them. I pulled my head back up and looked at him. I shrugged again. He sighed and shook his head. He leaned his body next to mine, copying my position. I looked up at the ceiling...but I could feel his eyes boring onto my face. His gaze felt like lasers on my skin. I shifted on my feet, a little uncomfortable at his closeness...and unclothesness...that a word?! lol. The more I thought bout it...the more I was certain it wasn't Dustin. I was beginning to suspect Jasper had done this to get me alone in his house again, but why would he want to expose his other secret?! As far as I knew his parents didn't even know! That's when my wandered to Issac... He'd always said that he'd find me again...and now that he did... I shuddered at the thought. "What?" Jasper asked.

   "I think I know who did this," I breathed.

   "Who?!" He asked turning to me. I held my breath as I thought back to this morning.


   I was frozen looking at the huge poster. It was a bright picture of me and Jasper the other day at his house. He had lifted me, my legs were wrapped around his waist, I was pushed against his wall, and we were deep into the kiss. My eyes grew wise as I read the writing below it. 'Hold up there Jasper...we don't need 3 babies from you ;)' Jasper grabbed my hand and we raced out of there.


   "Who?!" Jasper repeated. I turned my head to lock eyes with him.

   "Issac Sheeran," I breathed. His face and body went ridged, his face going bright red, and his fists shaking. I stood there staring at him when he turned around a sprinted through the door. "Jasper!..." I yelled. "...wait..." The plead was ended in a whisper as I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the floor.

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