We start walking again and enter the school, Jackie at the bar making drinks and people dancing and everything. Trevor sees me and I swear mentally.
Uh...Hide behind Jace or something. Do whatever you can to get away from that guy. Go to Jackie. She'll punch his face off if he tries anything. It's happened before.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
My arms - or Nic's - wrapped around Jace, he walks over to the bar where Jackie is. She smiles at us, resting her arms on the counter. "Can I get you something?"
Water.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Surround yourself with people who are serious about being writers, and who will tell you, ‘Hey—you can do better than this.’ Who will be critical of your work, but also supportive. And who will not be competitive in a negative way. — Isabel Quintero
