Chapter 24
A/N: Okay guys, here it is. Sorry it took so long, but this is the last official chapter. Next chapter will be the epilogue. Sorry this chapter is short.
"When are you gonna tell Jon?" I stiffen. I look up at Jace and gnaw on my lip nervously.
"I don't know," I say. "He'll probably try to kill you," I finish after a short pause. We don't speak for a while after that, just lay in each other's arms, on Jace's bed.
"Jon will get over it. There's nothing he can do, and beating me isn't going to help anything," he says finally. I nod my head in agreement. Time passes by, and we both start to fall asleep, but I shake Jace awake before he dozes off completely. He groans, and I giggle.
"I should probably head home," I say. "It's 4:32," I say, glancing at the little white clock on his nightstand.
He groans again. "No, just stay here with me forever," he says into my neck. I smile.
"Come on, Jace. I have to go," I say tugging away from him. I stand up and put my clothes on. Jace grabs my wrist before I leave, and tugs me back to him. "Jace," I say in a warning tone. He smiles, and sighs dramatically before giving up. He gives me a quick kiss on the lips, and then I leave, walking the short distance to my house.
As soon as I walk through the door, I run into right into Jon.
"Jesus. Could you be any creepier?" I ask, raising my eyebrows at him and go to move around him. As expected, he moves to block my way. I sigh, giving up, and waiting patiently for him to speak.
"Where have you been?" he asks in a calm tone. But I know him enough to see the tension in his posture and the anger in his eyes. I sigh dramatically.
"Jace's. I am allowed to hang out with my own boyfriend," I say, like the smartass I am. He rolls his eyes.
"You are. Just when someone else is there too," he says, crossing his arms while trying to look intimidating. I roll my eyes at him.
"Piss off," I say pushing him out of the way and making my way to my room.
o.O.o.O.o
I sit on my chair by my desk, sketching the time away. Pretty soon Jocelyn calls me and Jon down for dinner. Taco night. We eat in a comfortable silence, enjoying our food. I thank my mom for dinner and head up to room.
I decide to take a shower, and then I go to bed early, wishing I didn't have to wake up tomorrow.
o.O.o.O.o
I groggily open my eyes, shielding them from the sun streaming in through the curtains. I look over to the clock on my nightstand. 11:32?! I don't understand how I could sleep that long when I went to bed at 8:30. I am starting to get up, but stop when I realize something. I didn't have any nightmares last night. I sit up and grab my phone as a thought crosses my mind. I send a quick text, and patiently wait for a reply. It comes quick, and I get up and get ready to leave.
o.O.o.O.o
The dark blue corvette rolls up in front of the house, and I run out the door. I slip into the passenger seat, and give Jordan a hug. He smiles at me when we pull away, and I smile a bright smile back. I've missed Jordan a lot, he was my best friend. My brows crease as I think about how long it's been since I've seen him. I was so wrapped up in my life to see and talk to my best friend. Since I arrived here, me and Jordan have bonded. We hung out, and he was like my personal, friendly bodyguard. He protected me when I needed it, except for an obvious time, but that wasn't his fault. And our friendship is perfect. There hasn't been a single awkward moment, and we are nothing more than friends obviously. But he was there for me and I wasn't there for him. I don't even know what is happening in his life right now.
"Hey, don't do that," he says, pulling me out of my thoughts. I look at him with a confused face, but I know he sees right through me. "You know what I mean. You've been busy, I get it." He gives me a reassuring smile and I smile back as a thanks.
"Ready to go?" he asked and I nod. We speed off and away from my house.
o.O.o.O.o
"God damn it!" Jordan yells at the TV. I smile and give a whoop of victory as the words "Player 1 Wins" floats across the screen.
"Ha!" I exclaim excitedly, pointing at him.
"Yeah yeah, you're a beast. No need to rub it in," he says looking down in shame. I smile, and sit back down. We've been playing Call of Duty: Ghosts, for about two hours. But it never got boring, and we kept playing. Sometime in the middle of our "bonding xbox time," as Jordan calls it, we ordered a pizza and it was gone now—I finish the last piece after a game of rock, paper, scissors—and we couldn't be happier.
That is, until Jon texts me saying he wants me home immediately. Jordan reads the text over my shoulder, but I don't mind. "Uh oh. What do you think it's about?" he asks. I shrug my shoulders and say, "no idea." We both get up and I start to clean up but Jordan stops me.
"I'll clean it up later. Jon wants you home," he says and I nod my head. We head out to his car, and we head back to my house.
o.O.o.O.o
I walk into the house after waving goodbye to Jordan.
"Jon?" I yell.
"In here," I hear from the living room. I walk in and my heart stops. My mom and Jon are sitting on the big couch together, with grim looks on their faces. But what scares me more is the fact that there's a police officer standing by the other couch. I drop by bag, but I can't seem to move, my feet stuck in place.
"What happened?" I ask quietly, a sinking feeling in my stomach. My hand goes there reflexively, and I try not to worry too much for the baby's sake.
"Oh baby," Jocelyn says, big fat tears streaming down her face.
"What happened?" I ask more forcefully. She can't hold it together so I look to Jon. He has tears in his eyes as well, and I already know what he's going to say before he says it.
"It's Jace. He got into a car accident. He didn't make it."