Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Seven
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[THIRTEEN]
    "I don't know." Tabra said after five minutos of silence.
    "Did I poke a nerve I shouldn't have?" I asked him.
    "No. I just haven't thought of her lately, and when you said Olivia as if you knew her, it...it just made me think of something."
    "Can I ask what that something is?"
    "Unless you can carry the burden of a long story before someone interrupts, then yes. But, I need to chuveiro so...I'll see ya'." He spun the chair around, hopped down, and walked to the bathroom seguinte to the bunkers.
    I looked at his bowl of cereal, and noticed it wasn't even halfway done.
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    I went back to Jerek's room, and once I reached his bedroom door, I saw Shropee standing in front of it.
    "Hello, Cyd. Remember when I said we'd talk later? This is later." She looked serious. Well, then again, she was serious. "Did you two...have sex?"
    "Was there a school bulletin or - or an ad in the newspaper or something? Were we loud?" I asked, and she laughed.
    "Well, no. Though Tabra and I, are the only two who know other than you and Jerek. Besides, I knew you two have."
    "How?" I asked.
    "That's a secret I'll never tell."
    "Don't quote Gossip Girl !" I hissed, and she laughed, walking off and leaving me at Jerek's door. "UGH!" I sighed, and walked into the room.
    Jerek stepped out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, and another one in his hands, drying his wet hair off.
    "Hi." He said sweetly, and I felt conflicted for some reason.
    "Hi." I answered, mood changing quickly.
    "You talk to him already?" He asked.
    "Yes." I said, and he stepped back into the bathroom.
    "That was fast." He said.
    "Well, I kind of scared him away."
    "What did you do?"
    "Asked a personal question." I sat on the bed, looking into the bathroom door as Jerek dried his hair and his body above the waist off with towel number two.
    He looked at me. "Which was?"
    "A person question. I can't tell you, I mean, I wan't to, but I can't. Otherwise, it's not personal. If he tells you, then I can tell you, but I don't know if he wants you to know yet, or at all. So, please don't make a fuss."
    "Okay, I won't." Jerek flashed a smile, and started drying off his legs.
    I got up, walking to Jerek and putting my arms around him, my head on his right chest, looking in the mirror. I started remembering my dream with the Oracle, and I thought about her last words to me. 'You are ready.'
    "I'm ready." I said outloud, not realizing what I was saying.
    "You're ready? For what?" Jerek asked me.
    "It's from a dream." I said, and he looked down at me.
    "You're quoting dreams now?"
    I laughed. "No. I'll tell you later."
    "Oh. Okay. Why not now?" He asked.
    "Because," I turned him to face me. "I wouldn't be able," I slid my hands down Jerek, the towel falling around his ankles. "To do this."
    "Oh." Jerek said, inhaling breifly, and then exhaling as if he was a pregnant woman about to give birth.
    "Well, what do you want me to do?" I asked him.
    "Anything." He leaned against the sink.
    I laughed a bit, and I reached up to kiss him. "Don't you wish I would?"
    "Yes. Very much so." I let go, and bent down, grabbing the towel, and wrapping it around him, beijar his chest and stomach along the way.
    I kissed him once more, and left the bathroom. "Get dressed."
    I closed the door behind me, and sat down on the bed, laughing very hard on the inside.