Siarra glared at him. "I'm not hungry." She said flatly, and that was the truth. If she tried to eat at the moment she felt she might vomit again.
Jasper sighed, running a hand through his hair and trying hard not to glare at her in frustration. "Then will you please join us at the dinner table? Or, if you insist on not eating, I can show you to your room."
"I'm not hungry." Siarra repeated, not moving an inch from where she was sitting on the bathroom floor. She gared at the floor like it was his head which she wanted to make explode.
Jasper pursed his lips as he studied her in silence for a moment. "You're going to make me carry you, aren't you?" he muttered accusingly, crossing his arms. "I'm going to have to carry you upstairs and lock you in your room so you don't murder us in our sleep."
That made a smiled tug just slightly at Siarra's lips. She tried not to giggle. "Murder you? I'm more suicidal than merderous. And since I'm still alive, it's obvious neither is a real concern." She looked up at him, her gaze softening, but only very slightly. She still had defiance and stubbornness. "Help me up and tell me whre my room is.."
"Well that's... Kind of good to know... I think..." At least she wasn't glaring now. Jasper took her hand and carefully pulled her to her feet, quickly releasing her after that. She could be dangerous for all he knew. "It used to be a boy's room," he admitted as he started up the stairs, glancing back at her to make sure she was following. "So sorry if you hate blue. We can always paint it later."
"I'm probaby not going to be here long, and I prefer more boy-type rooms to the girly pinks and purples." Siarra replied, as if nothing really mattered. It didn't to her. She expected to be out of there within the month, sent to another home, or maybe the home for unwanted children she'd hear other kids talking about.
Jasper's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why won't you be here long? You a troublemaker or something?" Although, by her behavior just a few minutes ago, he had no idea why he even asked such a stupid question. He opened the door to the spare room, where the walls were painted a dark blue, the trim a dark grey that matched the comforter on the queen sized bed.
"I'm stubborn and rebellious and will bring a boy to bed just to tick people off." Siarra shrugged. "Everything I do is in an effort to get away. Or at least pass time. So if you're wise you won't mess with me or get in my way."
Jasper rolled his eyes. "Do you have any idea how lenient my parents are? I doubt even making the loudest racket you can during s.ex would make them give you up. Oh, and by the way? I'm not that wise."
"I'll end myself in Juvy before I give up on getting out of a place like this." Siarra said flatly, before shoving him out fo the room and slamming the door. "There's no magic key for this one, right?" She check, locking it. "I'm not going to get no peeping tom while I'm changing, am I?"
"Brat," Jasper muttered under his breath, turning to start down the stairs. "Yes, there is a key that opens every room in this house. No, I'm not a peeping tom. Have fun being miserable." And then he was on his way to the dinner table, waving off his mother's questions about what was wrong with Siarra.
"She's just adjusting," His father said. "She'll come around." He was always optimistic, and woudn't know a lost cause if it put a gun to his forehead and killed him.
"That's some real adjusting she's doing there," Jasper grumbled, earning a smack on the arm from his mother.
"Your father's right, Jasper. Just give her some time." Jasper ate in silence the rest of the meal, not wanting to end up saying anything too mean in front of his parents.
Siarra didn't come out of her room at all. Not for anything. Not for the remainder of the evening. Her foster father tried to get her to open the door to accept a plate of food, but she refused, and he didn't want to push her too much, lest he only make matters worse.
Jasper gritted his teeth, grabbing the plate of food from his father and stomping upstairs. "Woman, I hope you aren't changing clothes," he yelled before unlocking the door and shoving it open.
Siarra had predicted what he'd do, and out of spite, she had stripped completely naked when she heard him stomping up the stairs and struck a very provocative but deceptively innocent pose of being bent with her back to the door as if she were picking up a shirt.
Jasper rolled his eyes, pretending to not be aroused in the slightest (which was a total lie) and set her food on her bed. "You make absolutely no sense," he said with a sigh, slamming the door shut before sitting on the bed and turning his eyes to the ceiling. "You know that?"
Siarra stood upright with a slight pout. "I told you I'm not hungry. I'm still sick from the ride here." She shuddered at the memory of the car ride, and the memory THAT reminded her of.
"Put some d.amn clothes on," Japser hissed, leaning on the bed and pulling a pillow over his face. "And how are you still sick? It's been a long time already..."