Ch. 4: Wrists are for bracelets not for cuts…
JPOV:
What the fuck did I just do?! She's probably pissed! Why do I care, I'm Jace fucking Wayland probably the hottest thing on this planet and I'm worried about this girl?! But I guess that's why I like her, she's not like other girls…
CPOV:
That pompous, egotistical asshat! What the actual hell is going through his mind! *sigh* I walk down the hall to the girls locker room pulling down my hoodie as far down as I possibly can and open my locker.
*after gym*
I open up my locker and my clothes are gone! What?! What?! I stare into the empty locker and back away slightly rubbing my arms nervously and remember the bracelets in my locker quickly putting them on and rubbing my arms from the lack of the hood. I hope to god no one notices, why dose this always happen?!
"God someone kill me now." I whisper quietly.
?POV
"With pleasure dearest, with pleasure…"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA so I've decided that I need to write a new chapter every Friday till this is done! What do you guys say? Sorry it's so short, I've been locked in my house for a while and haven't slept in four days! That's my new record! I shouldn't be exited about that, any who, message me anytime because I have no life!
XOXOXO ~ SmoochMonster