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Jerome waited patiently for lunch to end, watching Rumer go around and talk to everyone there, even giving hugs or cheek kisses to some. He spent his time imagining how soft her lips were, how good they'd probably feel.

His daydreaming was cut short when Rumer stood in front of him, "Ready kid? Lunch is over." Jerome stood up, so close to her that their midriffs  were touching. He took a small step even closer toher, smiling the way he does, "I'm following the leader sweetness." He said, his voice deep and powerful, yet still soft.

Rumer felt shivers go down her spine. He sounded so... menacing, the way only a murderer could and she loved it. "Then get to following kid. She doesn't wait for long." She said, not wanting Jerome to see the effect he had on her. He didn't know where they were going, and at that point, he didn't care either.

"Oh goody, a play." Jerome said sarcastically as Rumer took a seat in the back corner, Jerome sitting beside her. Rumer smirks at his surprised sarcasm. "I hope you weren't expecting my cell," Rumer says in mock surprise, "You'd have to buy me dinner first for that kind of treatment mister."

She turned her attention to the people practicing on the small stage, dropping the act. "Besides, you're out of your cell and we get to come back after dinner and before lights out." She said, cutting her eye to Jerome.

"Okay, you've got me! You sly devil you. I am yours for the taking." Jerome said, hands up, feigning surrender. Rumer laughed at Jerome's antics though she was serious about the dinner, "You're lucky you're such a cutie, kid." Rumer said, her dimples growing deeper as her smile grew from one of amusement to one of fondness.

"Why of course! It's how I've gotten through life, my charm and devastatingly good looks." Jerome smiled that smile of his at her again, the one that drives her crazy, "I'm betting on that mouth of yours, kid. You've got the smile, the quick wit and silver tongue. You, young man, are a crowd pleaser, and a pretty good one, might I add."

Jerome scooted closer, his voice dropped an octave and laced itself in seduction, for he was but a teenage boy, "Glad I'm pleasing the right crowd, huh sweetness?"

At that moment, Rumer felt the urge to grab Jerome and kiss him until he couldn't talk anymore, being just a teenage girl herself. Fortunately for her and her image, an inmate called out her name from behind Jerome.

"Rumer?" She'd know the soft voice anywhere, she came to the play rehearsal for him after all. When she placed her attention on the twenty year old man he got excited, "Rumer! Did you see me?" He exclaimed with an almost painful looking smile and his hands clenched

Jerome rolled his eyes back into his head, ready to rip this guy a new one for interrupting what could be his big break with a woman, but Rumer stood up smiling. "Yeah," Her almost foreign tone of voice caught Jerome completely by surprise. She sounded like she was speaking to a loved child, definitely not a grown man.

"You did great champ!" She beamed at the man, who was practically bouncing now. "I memorized all of my lines and everything, just like you said I would!" He told her, smiling so genuinely that Jerome almost lost his irritation at the killed mood and lost attention.

Almost, but just as he was beginning to feel the forgiving aura wash over his being, Rumer grabbed the guy, kissed his forehead and then proceeded to hug him tightly. "I'm proud of you champ, I really am. Now head back up there before they begin missin' the star. I'll be back later." She said as she sent him on his way with another kiss, this one on his cheek. Finally, the man skittered off, leaving Rumer to sit back down.

"And what, dare I ask, was that?" Jerome asked sourly with a questioning smile on his face, not liking the thought of someone else wanting Rumer. Well, not wanting her, every man in the asylum was practically drooling in her presence, but she acknowledged none but him... and the mystery guy.

"That was Jack Neersal. He's twenty, but he has the mental development and understanding of a ten year old. He was bullied in high school. Junior year, his older cousins started at the school he went to. When they saw how all of the boys were teasing him, they were gonna prank them. Have a guy's camping trip and leave them all stranded. Jack heard the plan and in a fit, his mind kind of... scrambled. He pushed them over a nearby cliff."

At Jerome's raised eyebrows, Rumer continued, "Little guy is so sweet though. He's like the little brother I always wanted." She finished.

With every new thing he found out about her, Jerome felt more and more obligated to make her his, but he was a man of patience and had no problem waiting for her. So, for the time being, and no threat to his spot, Jerome just settled for sitting closer to her, his arm sneaking around the back of her chair.

He didn't know if it was purposeful, but Rumer rested into him, staying there through dinner and getting up only when it was time for bed. He didn't mind though, he didn't want to move either, food could wait for Rumer.

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