Hello! So... I couldn't put CoLS down... And I cried in the end. I cried. I actually cried. Also, I've decided I'm going to write a TMI/TID crossover FanFic... After I get back from France, and, quite possible, visiting my dad in Miami. I may be able to update there. :P So stay posted for late June, early July!
HeroofTwilight'sgf: I kind of see how Jem/Magnus are odd together, but I wanted to try something new. However, I think my experimenting with them may come to an end soon... You'll see some Malec jealousy this chapter. Yes I like the RJA too! I love Face Down. 3
bow down to me peasants: You didn't think Tessa would actually 100% obey probation rules, did you?! :O She will always keep things interesting! And, TBH, that's not the last of Camille. That's barely the start of her.
Guest: I'm not sure about Jem/Magnus either, but we'll see where they are taken!
Morning and Eve: You are one of the few people who like Jem/Magnus... But do you like Malec? Because I'm thinking Malec may win here... But we shall see! Also, I'm thinking Charlotte went to the police about it. Wouldn't that make most sense since she is so protective over him? HAHAH I do see what you did there! But Tessa surely couldn't stand being told what to do... right? And even if you failed a math(s) test, just keep in mind that it is one of many and it isn't the end of the world! If it makes you feel better, I'm usually really great at math, but my teacher has probably 12 assignments of mine that he hasn't graded, so my online grade book says I have a 68.6% (D) in the class. I have two and a half weeks to fix that grade. Which, as soon as my teacher gets off his lazy ass, the grade will go right back to an A. AND YAY!! I have brightened my Immortal Queen's day/week/year/life! I hope you are happy to see this email in your inbox as well. :)
Guess (Guest): You shall find out with time what Will did!
Guest: Ah, that would make you one of the few who like them together, but we will see who winds up with who. :)
Mrs Jace Wayland-Herondale:
1) I hardcore ship Malec too, which is why I cried at the end of CoLS!
2) You're right. It is stupid. It is her private life. But maybe it's all for her protection...
3) Yay! Bad Camille!
4) He is bi, definitely bi. Leaves him with more options..
5) Will will figure his shit out eventually!
Thalia (Guest):
1) Yay! Another Jem/Magnus shipper!
2) Camille has her ways.
3) Camille is a total bitch, but you've seen nothing yet... just wait...
4) Of course Will wouldn't judge Jem! They're parabatai.
5) Will's past seems worse right now, but I think in the end Will's and Tessa's will be equal.
SilverCarstairs: MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (I just stole your evil laugh)
Every intention of mine is to be so cruel to you. JUST KIDDING! (that's for how your response to my review :()
Yes. Yes, there will be fluff, but perhaps I am just trying to be more like you! You know, waiting three, four, twenty chapters for the fluff to start.
Of course, I couldn't do that because everyone would get bored with my story... :( I don't know how you manage to do such an amazing job no matter what you put in a story... It's like word vomit for you... You probably puke beautiful stories that everyone loves.
I will show you mercy, oh Might One! Patience, padowan!
Guess (Guest): It is updated! :)
Okay, readers! Enjoy the chapter!
TESSA'S POV
I hadn't seen Will in an entire week, and it was eating away at me. Without his protective embrace surrounding me, I felt like all my walls of strength were slowly crumbling around me.
I could see it in my reflection in the mirror; the dark half-moons under my eyes, the hollows of my temples and under my cheekbones, the tension lines around my mouth, in my shoulders.
These characteristics weren't the result of not seeing Will; no, they were the product of sleepless nights, of restless thinking after being aroused from my nightmares: the outcome of my own inner demons.
Inner demons I had thought had been destroyed by Will's influence.
And perhaps his influence was exactly what I needed in order to abolish these poisonous thoughts.
How was I supposed to continue surviving in this solitude of a dormitory room when it didn't even allow me to escape the most dangerous prerogative of all: myself?
Every night, I had reoccurring dreams of Mortmain. Mortmain clad in his teacher's attire, scolding me in his classroom, me the only student in the room. Mortmain holding a knife to my throat, threatening me if I didn't obey him. Mortmain slipping something into my drink, immobilizing me while I watched him taunt everyone I loved. Mortmain whispering in my ear while I was bound to a bed, telling me he owned me, that I belonged to him.
Tonight, I bolted awake upon dreaming of me in Mortmain's bedroom, the details of that day more vivid than I had ever recalled before. There were details I hadn't noticed before.
His predatory smile, more malicious than I had originally taken into account. The wicked, evil glint in eyes as he probed at the edges of my clothing. The cracking of his hoarse voice, giving me goosebumps-not the good kind-from my head to my toes.
I scrambled out of bed, distractedly noting that Sophie wasn't in the room to help comfort me, to help slow my hyperventilating breaths. They were driving sharp pains through my chest, my fingers curling into each other as oxygen lacked in my blood flow.
I gripped the edge of the vanity that sat between the two nightstands, my chest heaving. I reached forward, hand shaking, to flip on the switch that lit up the lights around the mirror. My hand returned to the corner of the vanity, and I raised my head to look at myself.
The lights reflected into my eyes, ringing the pupil, which took up a majority of my irises as they adjusted to the sudden light. I watched the blackness shrink, trying to grasp on to something in reality that wasn't a nightmare. The greys of my irises were paler than I had ever seen before, the shadows under my eyes darker than I was used to. Hair pasted to my temples from sweat, stuck to my collarbones, appearing nearly black in the low light.
My own reflection scared me.
Who was this person staring back at me?
I took deep, shaking breaths, filling my lungs. I pushed my hair out of my face as my breathing slowed.
Just a dream. It's just a dream.
I repeated it like a mantra. Though it had actually happened, convincing myself otherwise seemed to be the best option at this point.
Slowly, the world swung back into view, and I could breathe again, could feel the pure cold of the floor under my feet. I shivered and walked over to my closet, throwing it open. I examined the contents inside it. Sighing, I pulled out a silky black top with bedazzled spaghetti straps. I yanked off the shirt I wore to bed-one of Will's, now soaked with sweat-and tossed it onto the floor. I laid the top on my bed, reaching for my bandeau bra that wrapped around my bed post. Then I pulled the top on over. It hugged my curves.
I glanced up into the mirror. I still looked frightened, but the top helped. Next I pulled on a pair of dark skinny jeans, and my heeled boots on last. I sat in front of the vanity table and started applying makeup to my plain face.
WILL'S POV
Every part of me ached to see Tessa, to hold her, to talk to her, to kiss her. But she was on probation, and that made everything more difficult. Our class schedules were so different, and she had time limits on when she could be out of the dorms.
Not like that was an excuse on my part, though. I easily could have gone to see her in her passing periods, or in the time before or after her classes. It wasn't fair of me to not try harder.
She probably thought I was trying to avoid her like the Black Plague; I wasn't trying to, I just wasn't sure how to react the next time I saw her. After her coming face to face with Camille-at my cabin of all places, which was supposed to be my safe haven-I wasn't sure she even wanted to see me.
But she kept in close contact with me despite us not seeing each other. I called her every night to tell her goodnight, texted her throughout the day to check in on her. Her voice, her messages, everything that was supposed to reassure me that she was okay was telling me all the things I didn't want to hear.
She was exhausted, weary, bone-tired, that much was obvious in her voice. Her messages were often short and unenthusiastic, like she didn't have time to talk to me.
I couldn't figure out what was going on with her, and it was tearing me apart. I ought to go see her, see how she was doing. But something kept stopping me. Was she upset about Camille?
Just her name made my blood boil.
"Will, are you even listening to anything I'm saying?" Jem's voice said, breaking through my daze.
I raised my head to look at Jem. He looked happier, more relaxed, than I was used to seeing in him. Perhaps it was that he had finally come clean about being bi?
When Jem had admitted that to me, I about passed out in surprise, but my view on him didn't change, didn't even waver. He was still my best friend, no matter who he was interested in.
We got the same tattoo inked onto our skin to symbolize our unfading, permanent bond, for God's sake. I had no idea why he was so nervous to tell me. Like something about what gender he was interested in would make me change my mind about my own parabatai.
"William."
"I'm sorry, Jem. What were you saying?" I replied.
"I asked you why you didn't go and see her tonight. It's Friday. She's allowed to be out until midnight. It's already eleven, why not go and see her?" Jem inquired.
I sat upright on the couch. "James, that's not a bad idea. I think I'll go right-"
Jem's phone blared through the air. He frowned down at the caller ID. "Speaking of the devil. It's Tessa."
I bit my lip. Why did she call Jem, and not me? Was she in some kind of trouble? For all I knew, she wasn't even speaking to Jem. According to Jem, she was really only speaking to Sophie and her professors.
Jem hung up the phone, a bemused expression coloring his pale features.
"What is it?" I asked.
"She just asked me to come to Devil's Den. That local college bar," he replied, his slanted silver eyes thoughtful. "It sounded like she was already there. It was noisy and, though it may have been my imagination, her words were slightly stirred."
I groaned, dropping my head into my hands. "This is not good."
"Will, she only ever goes to drink when she's having a meltdown."
"I guess that leaves us one option."
"To go and get her," Jem said.
"Yep."
TESSA'S POV
I quietly shut my door behind me with one last glance in my mirror. I looked less sick now, with my complexion evened out and my eyes outlined by eyeliner, mascara making eyes bigger. I tiptoed down the hallway, carefully descending the stairs. I passed by the living room and did a quick look and... froze. Agatha was lying on the couch in there, but she was asleep. Her clipboard that she made notes in-who she checked on were actually sleeping or in their rooms-propped on her knees.
I carefully picked my way over to her and plucked the board from her lap. I skimmed my eyes down the list and found my name below Sophie's. She hadn't marked anything yet, so I picked up the pen she had dropped, and, in as precise handwriting as hers, wrote "IN ROOM, SLEEPING" like she had to all the names above mine.
Agatha stirred, and I set her pen and board back down in her lap, bolting for the doorway as quietly and meticulously as I could in heeled boots. I broke through the door to the building, the cold winter air biting my skin.
I was free.
I clenched my car keys in my hand, the metal digging into my palms. Nearing my car, I unlocked it. Before I climbed in, I heard a familiar voice call my name. I turned, seeing a shock of long black hair and a slight frame standing under a streetlight.
"Cecily?" I asked, starting toward her.
She was grinning, standing by her car with two girls: one with long black hair and one with bright red curls.
Isabelle and Clary.
"Aren't you on probation?" she called. "Everyone knows about it," she added upon seeing my puzzled expression.
I smiled sheepishly. "Yes, but I'm going insane. I needed to get out."
"Damn, girl. Well, come with us! We're going to Devil's Den," Isabelle said, her black eyes gleaming in the dark.
On the way to the club, the girls bombarded me with questuons and topics I had wished to avoid.
Cecily looked at me through the rear view mirror, as I was in the back. "So, Tessa, how are you and Will?"
I shrugged. "Fine, I suppose."
"Fine? After what he did for you?" Isabelle demanded.
I opened my mouth.
"She-we know about it because news travels fast. You tell Jem, Jem tells Sophie and Magnus, etcetera," Clary explained.
"Why would Jem tell Magnus Bane anything? I didn't think they even talked."
"The news about them dating has spread nearly as fast as the ones about Will telling you he loved you," Cecily said.
My mouth went dry. "Jem... dating... Magnus? What? What is going on?"
"You didn't know? That Jem was bi? No one else did either until this past week. I guess he admitted it to Will."
Jem, my best friend, was bi? Why didn't he tell me this?
I stood at the bar in Devil's Den, sucking down my second vodka and Coke. I felt a buzz coming on.
Around me, bright lights pulsed around me in reds, blues, greens, purples and yellows. White strobe lights flashed in patterns, some fast, some in time with the beat of the song. It gave everyone the appearance of fast, jerky movements. But I knew that everyone here was moving with grace.
Isabelle, Clary, and Cecily had all met their dates here, so I was alone.
I itched to be out there on the dance floor but I had no partner to join me, so I sat at the bar with my drinking, licking my lips as I finished. I frowned at my phone, feeling lonely. Without realizing what I was doing, I dialed Jem's number. He picked up on the first ring.
"Tessa?"
"Hello, James!" I exclaimed cheerfully.
"Tessa, is something wrong?" he wondered.
I ran my finger around the edge of my glass. "I'm lonely. You should come to Devil's Den!"
"Uh, Tess, are you sure it's a good idea for you to be there?"
I scoffed. "Oh, please, it's not even my curfew yet." I flipped my hair over my shoulder. "Besides, Agatha thinks I'm in my room sleeping already.
"Tessa-"
"You don't have to come. In fact, don't bother. I'm having fun on my own," I lied and hung up the phone.
Someone cleared their throat behind me and I turned to see who it was.
Nate.
His blonde hair was gelled up and back and he wore a grey v-neck t-shirt and dark jeans.
"Nate," I breathed.
He dipped his head in my direction. "Tessa. How are you?"
I shrugged. "Fine, I guess. What about you?"
"I'm good. Do you-do you want to dance? You look kind of lonely."
I nodded. "Yeah, give me on second." I turned back to the bar and tipped two shots of strong tequila back. I hopped off my barstool, grabbing Nate's hand and pulling him toward the dance floor.
He set his hands on my waist, my back to his chest. It was wrong of me to do this to Will, I knew that, but Nate was gay, so what could the harm be? Plus I had alcohol flowing through my system freely, and I needed to dance. Better it be Nate than anyone else.
My hips moved in time with the song, the lights flashing around me were hypnotizing. It was so easy to lose yourself in a place like this.
Above, confetti type things were raining down, spraying glitter everywhere. Everywhere I looked was glittering, sparkling, disorienting me as the alcohol played its part.
A waiter passed by holding shot glasses on a tray, and Nate and I both reached for one, throwing it back. I turned and grinned at him, looking into his blue eyes. They were familiar, and even though I slightly hated him, being drunk made everything seem better.
I faced him as I danced this time, his hands still on my waist.
"Tessa, what's going on?" he yelled over the music.
I raised my arms above my head. "Nothing, why?"
"I know you, Tessa. You're out because something is bothering you. Is it Will?"
I bit my lip, wrapping my arms around his neck so I was closer. "Will's 'ex-mistress' came by and saw him while I was there. I guess I'm not sure how to handle it, and I don't think he does either. I haven't seen him since it happened, so I don't really know what we are right now," I explained, trying not to trip over my words.
"Maybe he needs you to be there for him. If you've distanced yourself he'll think it scared you off, and everything between the two of you will have been for nothing. I know that this relationship is serious, Tessie. I've heard the rumors about how he set up that room just to tell you he loves you."
I sighed. "I know you're right. It's just so much harder to see him because of this damn probation. He hasn't even tried to come see me. Maybe I'm the one who scared him off."
Nate cocked an eyebrow. "You of all people? That should be the least of your worries."
Suddenly someone grabbed my elbow. I turned to see who it was. It was a boy with long black hair and light blue eyes. He reminded me of Will, but a more feminine version. He smirked at me, grinding his hips against me.
I inwardly shrugged, waving at Nate as he shook his head with a smirk and walked away. I reached for another shot as the waiter passed by again. My movements felt wilder now; I had crossed into being fully drunk. The room spun around me, and I laughed as more glitter exploded overhead. I turned in the boy's arms, grinning at him under my eyelashes.
The wrongness of it made it feel all the more right to me, and Will had long since left my mind.
I turned my head and saw Isabelle shaking her head disapprovingly at the boy I was dancing with. He caught her eye and winked. Isabelle's gaze flicked to someone over his shoulder. I followed her eye and saw Magnus Bane standing on the corner of the dance floor, his mouth pulled down in a grimace, his eyes full of hurt. The boy was looking, too-
A pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist, yanking me away from the boy. He didn't pay any attention to me; he started toward Magnus.
I thrashed, trying to see who was dragging me, lifting me off the ground. I saw familiar black hair-
"God dammit, Will!" I yelled, kicking my legs. "Put me down!"
He didn't make any effort to put me down. Instead, he threw me over his shoulder, my head hanging over his back. I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt angrily.
"William! We were just dancing!" I shrieked, shooting acidic glares at anyone who dared look my way.
A burst of cold wind bit my skin, and suddenly I was on my feet again, wobbling slightly. The chill in the air made me feel more sober. I was standing face-to-face with Jem and Will. Their faces were flushed, their eyes angry.
Party poopers.
"What the hell are you guys thinking? What is your problem?" I demanded, gawking at them with accusation.
"Tessa, you're on probation-" Jem started.
I held up my hands. "I don't even want to talk to you guys-"
Will scoffed. "Like you even could, Tessa. You're drunk."
I whirled on him. "And when did you start caring about whether or not I followed my probation, huh? When did you start caring about whether or not I was sober? We've hardly talked this past week. How can you act like you know what's best for me if you don't even talk to me, let alone not even try to see me?"
He opened his mouth to reply, but I cut him off, aiming my next round of allegations at Jem. "And you. You were supposed to be my best friend. Last time I checked, best friends tell each other everything. Unless, in your mind, the level of best friends in order to tell each other everything has to be parabatai. But I don't view our friendship as that, James. How could you not tell me you were bi, huh? Tell me why, James."
Jem started to speak, but I turned away from the both of them, leaving their palw faces-
In front of me. They were both incredibly fast. They grabbed hold of each of my arms and lugged me to Will's truck, hardly seeming to notice that I was kicking and screaming like I was being kidnapped.
Well, technically I was.
Will wrapped one arm around my waist, reaching out with his other arm to open the passenger side door, half-shoving me inside. Jem crawled in after me. Attempting to make an escape, I bolted for the driver door, but Jem caught me, pinned me to the seat.
"Don't even think about it, Tessa," he muttered as Will got in and started it.
I crossed my arms, pouting. How had I gotten myself into this mess? If only I hadn't called Jem...
When we got back to the cabin, Jem made a point of keeping a firm hold on me until we crossed the threshold, locking the door behind me.
I raised my eyebrows. "Jem, I'm not drink enough to be unable to unlock a door," I sneered.
Jem rolled his silver eyes. "We'll be keeping a close eye on you tonight."
My face flushed in agitation. "I want to go back to my dorm room."
"Too bad," Will intervened. "You're staying here tonight, whether you like it or not."
I groaned and turned away from them, walking into the living room and throwing myself down onto the couch, my feet dangling over the side.
The boys' faces appeared above me with smirks that I wanted to slap off them.
"What?" I snapped. "I'm sleeping here. God knows I don't want to be anywhere near either one of you right now."
Will raised his head to look at Jem. "I'll take care of this. You go on upstairs and go to bed. You look tired."
Jem nodded. "Don't let her out of your sight." He turned and went upstairs.
Will turned back to me, a sad smile on his pretty face. "Tess."
I rolled my eyes. "Don't 'Tess' me. I'm not in the mood for it."
"That has to be the first time a girl has said that to me."
My eyes shifted to his face. His comment angered me further, and the heat rushing through my veins made me hot as hell.
"You're not helping your situation, William."
He sighed, kneeling beside the couch. "What's going on?"
I sat up, ignoring the blood rush. "Why does everyone keep asking me that? I'm fine!"
"No, you're not. Jem knows it, I know it. You know it."
I blinked back the tears in my eyes, avoiding eye contact with him. "It doesn't matter, Will. I-I should've been there for you when you needed me. Instead I just let you deal with Camille on your own. What does that say about me?" I finally looked at Will. His violet eyes were wide, and he looked vulnerable.
"Tess, I walked away from you, as I recall. I assumed I gave you the impression I didn't want you here," he admitted.
"But I've been so distant, and I know I have. I just-I don't know, Will. I'm not used to this kind of relationship. I mean I've been in a serious relationship before, but this... this is different."
"I know. I feel it too."
I bit my lip.
"That's not everything that's bothering you," he stated. "What else is going on?"
I shook my head. "Will, please don't worry about it."
He casted his eyes skyward and grabbed my hands, pulling me to my feet. I let him, not trying to fight him at all. I missed him. I missed his touch, his presence.
He lead me to the kitchen, sitting me at the breakfast bar. He walked into the kitchen. I watched his back distractedly. The bar separating us, he set three shot glasses down in front of me and a bottle of whiskey, and not the cheap kind.
"Will, what-"
He set one shot glass in front of me and two in front of him, filling them up. "Eventually you'll tell me what's wrong, but I don't want to wait and wait and wait for it. You like making me wait. So, I'm going to give you shots until you tell me. For every one you take, I'll take two."
I eyed him suspiciously, from the taught line of his shoulders to his long, curling hair, falling just above his eyebrows. He was leaning forward on his elbows, and I could see his arm muscles through the thin fabric of his long sleeved shirt, his abs hard beneath the material.
"Fine," I replied finally, picking up the shot glass and dumping its contents into my mouth. Liquid fire burned down my throat. I watched Will pick up one shot glass, throw it back, and then pick up the next one, doing the same thing. He didn't even flinch.
He tilted his head to the side. "Nothing yet?"
I shook my head.
"Despite how much you've already drank?"
"Two vodka and Cokes, and I think three shots. Well, now four."
He shook his head and poured the next round. "For someone so small, I'm surprised at how well you can handle your liquor."
I smirked, consuming more of the liquid. It created a warmth inside me, and I already felt the warmth spreading through me. Will took his two and refilled the glasses. I took another, and I hit a wall, the room swinging around me as I set the glass down. Will took his two and prepared to pour more, but I put my hand on his wrist to stop him.
I closed my eyes. "Stop, I'll tell you," I slurred. "The dreams. They're back, and worse than before."
Will set the bottle down and pushed the glasses out of our way. "How could they get worse?" His words were at the edge of slurring, but not quite, his eyes sharp yet slightly unfocused.
I quickly explained to him, as best I could in my drunken stupor, the dreams I had been having. I watched as several emotions flitted across his features, finally settling on concern. He came around the counter and leaned against it, facing me. He cupped my cheek in one hand. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked softly.
"I didn't want you to think I was weak.
"Weak? Tess, how could I ever think that of you? I've told you before that I think you are incredibly strong because of what you've been through."
I shrugged. "I didn't realize how much your presence helped ward those things off in my head."
He reached up with his other hand, my face in his calloused palms. He leaned in, slowly. I parted my lips for him, suddenly wanting his touch before I had to go back to not having it at all. He paused right before our lips touched, meeting my gaze, asking permission. I nodded, nearly imperceptibly, but it was enough.
He gently pressed his lips to mine, warm and soft and tasting of whiskey. I hadn't tasted alcohol on his lips since the party we'd met at. I rested my hands on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me, entwining my fingers in his soft hair.
His hands dropped my from my face, encircling me. They were under my jacket, feeling the soft fabric of my shirt, moving up to my shoulder blades. The kiss deepened, urgency spreading through me as his touch consumed me.
Will pushed the jacket off my shoulders, and I lowered my hands momentarily to slide it off me. I grabbed at the hem of his shirt, pulling at it clumsily, wanting every layer between us gone.
Will pulled back, his breathing ragged and fast. "Tess, what do you want? Tell me, I'll give it to you."
I opened my eyes to look at him, his eyes dazed and looking at me as if I held the sun. "You. I want you."
His face softened. "You already have me. You've had me since I met you."
I jumped off the chair, putting me chest to chest with him. The heels of my boots put me right at his nose. "And you've had me. But right now, what I want, is you. All of you."
He smiled, pulling me back into his embrace. He twisted his hands into my hair, my shirt. He pulled the pins from my half updo, letting them clatter to the floor, my hair falling around me as he moved his mouth with mine. I pulled again at his clothing, and this time he let me, breaking our kiss only momentarily to pull the shirt over his head.
His hands slid down my waist, resting on my thighs, where he pulled them up and around his waist, pressing me against the wall by the counter. I inhaled sharply, in pleasure. His hands braced themselves against the wall on either side of me, my legs gripping him like a vice. My arms were around him, my nails pressing slightly into the skin of his back. He gasped in surprise, and, to my liking, in ecstasy.
Will pulled away slightly, so slightly I could feel his lips move when he spoke. "God, Tessa, I love you so much."
I smiled against his lips. "I love you too."
WILL'S POV
Tessa lied against my chest as our breathing slowed, the cool floor beneath us. Her makeup was smeared slightly from sweat and tears, but she looked beautiful.
She was flushed and glittery-from the club-and she clutched me like a lifeline.
"Will, I'm so sorry," she mumbled.
I rubbed her back. "I'm sorry, too. We should've been there for each other. I'm never going to do this to you again."
"I won't either."
I grinned, sitting up, pulling her with me. "Come on, let's go to bed."
Tessa groaned. "I don't want to walk all the way upstairs."
"We aren't."
She looked up in surprise as I pulled her along with me, hoping Jem wouldn't come down to see us. I turned off the lights on the way to the living room.
She and I collapsed on the couch. I grabbed one of the throw blankets on the back of it, tucking us into it. In moments we had both drifted off into a more peaceful than we had had in the past week.
Hello friends! How did you like this chapter? I don't know how it turned out. I've been working on this the past few nights in the middle of the night so I don't know how my readers will like this!
Anyway... Yeah.
The Jem fluff will appear (SilverCarstairs) soon! I promise! :)
Playlist (damn this list will be long):
1) Heart Attack-Demi Lovato
2) How Could I Want More-Jamie Lynn Spears
3) Human-Christina Perri
4) Give Me Love-Ed Sheeran
5) Ride-SoMo
6) Better Than Words-One Direction (mainly this one)
7) Thinking About You-Frank Ocean
8) Yeah-Usher (in the club)
9) Turn Up The Music-Chris Brown
Okay! So yeah! I'm not sure what else to say other than I'm in school as I'm posting this, bored to death because we don't do anything.
Yep.
I just want to thank you guys so much for all your support and constructive criticism. You guys are amazing!
Please R&R! :)
Because it motivates me!
Anyway. Xoxo! I'll update in a few days!
~Caitlyn