"Wow," I say, not sure what else to think, "So... the whole mean girl thing is just a wall she built then? She's just an emotionally disturbed girl who wants love again..."
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 find Jace on the couch with the twins again. Flashing a smile, I sit next to him and sigh.
"Your girlfriend isn't here?" I ask.
"No... why?" he sends me a questioning look.
"'Cause Jackie went to find her and said she'd meet me back here once she found her," I sigh.
I remember the earlier conversation and gasp, looking at him.
"Oh! I need you to leave the house for a few hours tonight. I need to be alone with Jacks," I say, "She wants a romantic dinner and I need you to keep your girlfriend and yourself away from us for a while."
He studies me before shaking his head and looking down at the kids.
"Whatever," he mutters, "Just don't go in my room."
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
Jace looks up and then down at the kids before standing and disappearing. I stay where I am, knowing that he'd left the responsibility of the twins with me.
"Since when does she smoke?" I ask Jackie.
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
You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children. — Madeleine L'Engle, Author