1Pairing: None
Chapter Title: Jace
Point of View: Jace
Author's Note: Wowza! I'm on a roll! Lol. This chapter completely self-wrote itself. I can admit freely that I have absolutely no idea where this story is taking itself so please bear with me. Please?
Warning: My mind wrote it. What else is there to say to that...?
Yumi was out of it again during Math, but she pulled herself out of it towards the end of class, which was good because the Professor started to look annoyed. I continued to watch her quietly from my seat a couple of rows back and to the right. She was completely oblivious, glancing out the window or idly writing or tapping her pencil against her paper.
The bell rings loudly, startling her, and her head snaps up sharply. She relaxes, gathering her things and quickly leaving class. I follow more slowly, watching her pick her way through the crowds of students in the Hall, making her way outside again.
"Jace."
The voice is quiet, at my shoulder, and I turn expectantly, smiling at the red-headed girl next to me. "Bryna," I state quietly. Then pause as she raises an eyebrow at me. "No, wait...your...Carra, aren't you?" I ask quietly.
"Very good Jace." She smiles at me and then looks down the hall, catching sight of Yumi as she pushes out through the doors. "Have you...told her?"
"No. Not yet. She doesn't need to know...just yet," I tell her. She nods, shrugging her shoulders.
"I'll see you at home."
She's gone in an instant, mixing in with the other students and I sigh, turning away. "Yo Jace my man! Ready for a round of basketball?" I look up and smile as one of the kids in my gym class, Nathan, waves me over.
"Sure man, if your ready to be pulverized," I tell him. We laugh amiably, making jokes back and forth as we walk over to the gym.
It's nearly dark by the time I leave the school, heading home. I have my backpack slung over my shoulder, walking carefully down the streets, making careful calculations and observations to make sure I didn't get lost.
I turned down a street, pausing and looking at the houses that lined it on both sides. They were all white, with clean lawns and trimmed hedges. Talk about Stepford in the flesh. Not my street. I sigh again, looking around at my surroundings, trying to see where I'd missed my turn.
I ended up backtracking about three streets down and making my way from there. It was dark by the time I got home. The lights were on inside, but the car was gone and I shrugged, dropping my stuff on the hall floor and wandering around, looking at the various objects that were scattered around the house.
The cardboard boxes were still sitting against the far wall in the livingroom, waiting to be unpacked and put away. And the kitchen was a mess as cabinets were being built-in and a pizza box sat on the table admist a sea of books, stuffed animals, papers, pencils, and pens. I walked over, getting a slice and noticed the note taped to the lid.
Jace:
Took kids to store. Be back later. Hope you had a good day.
Love Mom.
That meant that I had the house to myself. Peace and quiet... A rare thing in a house full of kids. I grabbed my bag from where I dropped it, making my way up the stairs to my room and collapsed on my bed. Turning on the stereo and listening to whatever Rock CD was in it. I just needed to be lost for awhile. That was all.
I closed my eyes, leaning back and folding my arms under my head. All I could picture though, was Yumi's face. Not something I needed at the moment. Not something I needed at all...
There was the sound of a door banging open downstairs and I closed my eyes. So much for peace and quiet...
Author's Note: Let me know what you think! Okay? Pretty please with sugar on top?