Jace hesitates a moment before following, sitting on the couch of the room and giving her space. He looks down and runs a hand through his hair, eyes closing.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I sit on the side of the bed and look at my phone- people from school texting me about where I am and what happened. I didn't text them back, not wanting to give anything away. I look over at Jace, "Hey."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!