Oh my bejebus! I am so so so sorry for not updating sooner! I had a huge arguemt with my dad and that resulted in me not talking to him for ages and of course I was hanging with Liam. So yea, theres been so much drama and too much emotions; I just needed a rest from the writing. I am so sorry and theese were some pretty lame excuses, I realies that, but I'm back now and I haven't killled all the characters like I would have ended up doing last week. I'm all happy now and I hope this chapter makes up for my absense....Ok, Imma let you read...oh and if you get the time, youtube "jar oh hearts" by cristina perri it's a really awesome song and I've been trying to download it for ages but itunes is a prick...anyways, I shall shut up now....
I woke up to the sounds of MTV in all it's bass-y glory. Of course the best remedy for a hang over was the thumping rhythms of Korn. My hand flew over my eyes to try and keep the sun out and give me five more minutes completely in bliss.
Hang oh- I'd never slept this good since...well...since last year. Sitting up I examined my surroundings. I was laid wrapped up in a black duvet on a double bed. I was wearing a linkin park tshirt- not he one I'd been wearing last night.
Ok, so getting drunk was a first so I wondered how many other firsts I'd done. Covertly, I peeked under the dugout to find me fully clothed. Phew!
"morning sunshine" jace shouted as he handed my a cup of coffee and threw open the curtains. The sudden flood of light blinded my eyes and when the re-adjusted I saw jace clothed in dark wash keen and a paramore tshirt. Ooh. I really wanted that tshirt right then.
"checking me out are we?" he took a sip of his drink looking at me through his eyelashes.
"no; I just really love that top" I answered truthfully.
"Tell you what. If you can remember last night, you can have the top"
"ok" we shook pinkie fingers like primary school children.
"well" I started and jace looked at me expectantly. "We got completely drunk, made out and passed out" I said in a rush, a blush shadowing my face.
"hmmm ok" he said sadly and took the tshirt off. Oh. My. Cheeses. He had a six pack! Oh dearly now I'll never keep my hands off him! Wait- what?Maybe I was still drunk? Yeah, that was it.
“Ta” I grinned taking the t-shirt from his outstretched hand. “Now explain” I said, putting the t-shirt over the one I was already wearing.
“What do you mean?” He asked sitting on the edge of his bed.
“why were you so awful to me growing up? Was it really too hard to be nice?” I asked.
“Because....well...I-er” He struggled, “I can’t tell you” He mumbled dejectedly.
“Well normally, when a boy annoys the crap outta a girl it means that he likes her but I know you better than that” I grinned.
“Yeah...I guess you do” He said, a look of intense pain flittered across his face. Was it true...? No; it couldn’t be. This was the guy who went out of his way to hate me...he couldn’t like me. It was impossible. Or was is? I mean, he did often look hurt after he’d been evil to me....out of regret? Damn, it was like inception; that idea was flooding into my mind. I was turning into one of those sappy love-struck girls you read about...not good. Not good at all
.But isn’t this sappy-ness better than being depressed? A small voice meekly pointed out in my head. Well maybe it was, but being like this couldn’t be good for me. Somebody would end up getting hurt in the end. And it would end up being me. A different, malicious voice spat. Oh wonderful, now as well as being a stereotypical hormonal teenage girl, I now had a devil voice and angel voice like in the cartoons.
“...And I remember that time when Taylor and I got our freak on If you know what I mean” Jace said, rousing me from my pathetic daydream. Jace hated me. The end. Yeah and that pain in my heart...yeah that’s hatred, isn’t it. That same evil voice commented. Ugh...I never really swore but FML.
“Wait, what?!” I screeched, just processing the words he last said.
“Uh, I knew you weren’t listening. But of course I your brother is gay. Jeez”
“No, I meant, you knew my brother?” I asked, ignoring his sarcasm.
“Yeah, we were best friends since we were born basically. When he moved to England I did too since I was abused. He and his parents took care of me but the social services took me away because they weren’t my legal guardians. Then I met you and fell- yeah then I met you and after you left, my aunty came and brought me back here.” He nodded, deep in thought. Wow, he really had it tough growing up. And what was that about when he said he met me and fell? Nah, I’d ignore it; it was probably nothing.
“Wow...I have no idea what to say to that” I admitted, reaching over and putting my hand over his shoulder.
“Yeah, nobody really ever does. It’s like they’re reduced to an illiterate baby” He grinned, joking which caused me to laugh.
“So when did you know it was me on MSN not a random chick?” I asked, yes I just called us females chicks but it didn’t bother me in the slightest. There were worse things in the world.
“Well it did kinds help that Taylor told me who you were” He smiled slightly covering my hand with his huge one. It felt nice, warm even. Not that I’d ever tell him, of course.
“Oh” I replied, feeling like an idiot.
“Yeah.” He paused, “So any other questions you’d like to ask or can I get dressed?” He gestures to his bare torso.Or course you can’t you delicious Adonis. I thought...oh dear I’m really turning hormonal.
“Sure” I blushed from the thought.
“Ok, I’ll be right back” He smiled and ducked out of the room.Ooh he even had a sculpted back...
Ok, that’s it. I’m suing Mother Nature.