Ya fallen angel swept ya off ya feet *Jason

[jessamyn]

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There's scars on the perfect.
It just depends on how deep you look.
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Her frantic heartbeat was the only betrayer that Jessamyn was upset. Of course, it was only traitorous to her. No one else could hear it's fast pace rhythm. All they could see was the cool, politely blank mask that passed for what others generally addressed as a face. It hid emotions that had been forbidden to her since she had been forced to step up as heir. Forced because Colin should have still be breathing, living, and supporting her. Forced because Tiponi couldn't be trusted to be strong enough to guide her daughter through the grief. Instead she had been lost to her own. And now Jessamyn had to be the Ayers' heir. It was unfair to be removed from the training she had spend her thus far sixteen years on and step half taught into new dance steps. But to be truthful, it wasn't completely Tiponi's fault. Just most of it. That muggle had been stupid and thoughtless. Here she was in a new school, a new life, a new culture. It wasn't fair!

The bitterness was overwhelming for her today. And in respite, she had decided to skip all her classes. Sure, she could have faked sick, laid in bed all day and read books. But it would have been in that hated tower where the other girls turned up their noses at her American accent. Besides Jessamyn wanted to get caught. She wanted to get detention. Be a disappointment. Anything to break the mold she was being pushed into.

Thus Jessamyn was calmly, serenely with a rapid heart beat wandering around the halls. So far, she had made it up two entire levels without being caught. There had been a near miss on the first floor as she walked up the stairs but then Peeves had spotted a late first year and zoomed away from her. If nothing else, she was getting a bit bored. The pictures and their inhabitants had been interesting at first. Until they had started whispering to each other and then some odd Knight had decided to keep her company for twenty minutes. She had had to run into the girls bathroom for a while to escape him. Needless to say, her mood wasn't be deferred.

She was about to give up when she spotted a familiar face. Jason. An odd fluttering became in her stomach and she had to fight the urge to panic. Here was the chance. Either she could walk up to him and get in trouble or she could hide. It did not take her long to decide. Jessamyn wanted to be around Jason. And wasn't getting in trouble the point of her day? A smile lacing her lips, she walked dainty in his direction. Her heartbeat was still fast-paced.

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There's beauty in the flawed.
It just depends on how deep you look.
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Words: 469
Tagged: Jason Grey
Outfit: click it
Muse: For Your Entertainment, Adam Lambert.
Notes: I think that song fits perfect. =]
Credits: Made by me, J Storm.