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something happened to me. He didn’t say it, but I got the impression that he’d nearly been arrested.
    Still, it was only calls and letters. No one tried to get onto the property and I wasn’t even bothered at school or when I was with Jasper. I couldn’t really relax though, never sure if the person who was doing this was just biding his or her time before launching an assault away from home.
    Mitchell stayed in the guest room, not leaving for work until after I did and returning home early enough so that he was there when I arrived. We ate dinner together and then sat in the living room, watching television until we went to bed. Sometimes he went first, sometimes I did, but either way, he always made sure to do a full check of the house to ensure that everything was locked down.
    We didn’t talk much, but then again, we’d never really been big talkers anyway. We said what we needed to say and we meant it. No games, no pretending. If we didn’t want to talk about something, we said it, and we respected the request. I liked that about Mitchell, that he didn’t try to pressure me for information or tell me what I should do.
    Well, at least he didn’t try to tell me what to do most of the time. He wasn’t happy that Jasper and I talked to each other every night before bed or that I’d gone to lunch with him both Saturday and Sunday. He definitely didn’t like that I wasn’t trying to hide that what was going on between Jasper and me was more than just one good friend checking in on the other to make sure everything was okay. The only thing that kept Mitchell even slightly mollified was the fact that he knew I hadn’t told Jasper about the calls or the letters. I didn’t want to worry Jasper or make our time together be about that, and Mitchell liked that I’d come to him. He hadn’t said it, but I knew it. When I was with Jasper, though, it was the only time I felt normal again. The calls and letters had taken away what little ground I’d gained since Allen’s death.
    After the second week of the cops doing nothing, I was only too happy to accept Jasper’s invitation to go out to a nice restaurant on Saturday evening. So far, we’d only been to a couple diners that were close to Jasper’s practice and his house. This would be the first date we’d gone on that would actually feel like a date. Although neither of us commented on the fact, we both knew that Tra Vigne wasn’t a place one typically just took a friend.
    In the past four years, Allen and I had come here half a dozen times or so, but it wasn’t a place that held such important memories of him that I felt weird going with Jasper. I smiled when I saw the familiar ivy-covered building and the smile widened when Jasper reached down and took my hand. I knew the gossip was already going around about the amount of time the two of us were spending together. We hadn’t, however, had any real sort of physical contact in public and I knew the moment we walked into the restaurant with our hands clasped together, it’d get ten times worse.
    Allen had been the one most people liked. I’d been the quiet one in the background. People hadn’t exactly disliked me, but no one had bothered to really get to know me and I’d always been fine with that. I’d always liked keeping to myself.
    The fact that I was on a date with his best friend just four months after his death wasn’t going to win me any popularity contests. That my date happened to be Jasper Whitehall, the local boy with the black past, was going to make things worse. I didn’t think anyone was going to hate me or anything like that, but I doubted anyone would approve.
    I hadn’t cared what people had thought of me when I’d moved in with Allen even though the Lockwoods had assured me that everyone would think I was only with him for the money. I didn’t know if that was true or not, but I hadn’t cared then and I didn’t care now. I knew who my friends were and they were the only ones