Wrong Number From Jace

Aftermath

“Accidentally, Jace. I know you planned to stab him, since you held that knife so tightly, I can see in your eyes that message, 'if you'll kill me, then I'll I will too.' ”

“Wow, you really read my mind from the start.”

“What do you mean from the start?”

“I don't know. You just got this...thing were you can tell what I'm feeling or what I want to do. We're not that even close you know...”

“Well, for the past few weeks, yeah. I don't know too actually, I just...know.”

“I guess. I thought...your Dad's really strict, but...”

“He wasn't.” I continued for him.

“Yeah, he talked to me personally and, um...he says a thank you.”

“I guess...”

“So, you want soup? I'll make one.”

“You know how to cook?”

“Yeah...”

“So, the pancakes you bought me are made...by you?”

“Yes.”

“You're really extraordinary!”

“You said that yourself sexy!” he smirks and we both laughed as he leaves the room.

“Your dad will be here any minute while I make that special soup of yours...” he says before closing the door behind him.

And that ends the anger Jace had been keeping to himself, and I have found a friend, that made my cheeks blush by saying cheesy lines and nicknames. I honestly enjoyed my time with him. Even if I just known him in a short time, I thought he was just this perverted, cocky stereotypical bad boy who mess with girls and other people, but if you look at it, he was the messed up guy, the guy who needed someone to change him.

I tamed the bad boy.

After 3 weeks...

“Audrey!” Jace yells out my name outside Malor's residence.

I quickly tie my hair into a bun, and sprayed myself with cologne. I smell like cake now. I went outside, seeing Jace waiting for me with his black Audi. I've been spending a lot of time with him now, Dad's already talked to him and we're okay. I got to spend some time with Lauren too, but I guess, he has his own Jace, Trenton.

I've known that I was in the hospital 2 days, unconscious, and I was so lucky that the stab wasn't deep because of the knife being short and the bullet almost hitting my shoulder bone. Lucky me.

Today, Jace told me we're going to have a picnic at 9 pm. I hopped in his shotgun, while he opens the door for me, and closer it, going to the driver's seat. He sat, buckling the seat belt, and giving me a blue handkerchief.

“Cover your eyes...” he says, and I took the handkerchief from his hand.

“Hey, don't go Fifty Shades on me!” I said, making him chuckle, and started the engine. I tie the handkerchief around my head anyway, and had a short nap.
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