Jules's eyes widened. Reagan Kelly? Jules's mom was friendlyish with Veronica Kelly. Fuck, everyone knew who the Kellys were. Veronica's family had been in Point Pleasant for... well, forever, as far as Jules knew. And Reagan was a witch? Or at least thought she was. "That's crazy. She so doesn't look like a witch..." Not that Jules knew what witches looked like. They were all gross and warty in movies and stuff. Jules leaned casually against the counter and studied the bag in her hands. She wanted to open it up and look inside. She was realizing just how badly those black eyed kids must have scared Jasper for him to go to an actual witch to try and get something for protection. These last couple of weeks had been so weird. "It can't hurt," Jules agreed, wondering where she was supposed to put it. Her purse was way too expensive to like, sew something into it. But she could probably just put it in one of the zipper pouches. Jules looked up at Jasper. "It was sweet of you to think about getting me one. I'd almost think you liked me or something."
Jasper winced a tiny bit as the recognition dawned in Jules’s eyes. He hoped she kept her mouth shut about it, the last thing he needed was an angry witch after him. He’d really be screwed then, he was pretty sure. His face went a little weird again at the last thing she said, caught somewhere between incredulous and embarrassed. “Don’t get full of yourself, Cooper,” he said, aiming for teasing but not quite making it. Had he ever called her Cooper before? Fuck. Jasper opened his mouth to explain that he’d just remembered her mirror thing and while he was there ... but then the microwave dinged. Blessed distraction. Jasper moved away to go pull their food out. “She said you can’t move it around too much, just pick a place and keep it there,” Jasper told her while he was turned away. “And seriously, don’t say anything. To her either. I dunno if I was supposed to say anything.”
Jules figured he'd say something like that, and she went back to examining the bag, chewing a bit absently on her lower lip. Not that she needed to hear him say he did like her, because she didn't. They were just fucking. He had called her Cooper for fuck's sake. God, she was glad she hadn't asked him to Homecoming. That would have been stupid and humiliating. Anyway. Jules set the hex bag on the counter, not entirely sure if she was supposed to be playing with it if she wasn't supposed to move it around much. Would it stop working? Explode? Who knew. Jules huffed softly and rolled her eyes at Jasper's back. "I'll just put it in my purse, since that goes everywhere with me. And I'm not going to go around town telling everyone Reagan Kelly makes magical, creepy bags with hair in them. I don't think anyone would believe me anyway. I mean, I barely believe it, but...we'll see if it works, I guess."
“Thanks, I don’t want to like, get turned into a toad or something,” he muttered. The stupid thing was, Jasper did like her. He kind of didn’t want to, because it made his life about a million times more complicated, but it was becoming undeniable. Jules was hanging around in his dad’s kitchen, wearing his boxers and about to eat pizza rolls with him in front of the TV, for fuck’s sake. They obviously weren’t just fucking. Jasper made sure all of the pizza rolls had gotten cooked, poking at them with one finger, then went to the fridge. “You want a soda? Water?” he asked, bumping the door further open with his hip and glancing over at her. Jasper grabbed one of his father’s beers for himself. It wasn’t like he had to drive anywhere.